William Kyle, Butanris, and Gabrie looked up at the woman in front of them who was as pure and spotless as a white lotus in a snowy mountain, and a flash of amazement flashed in their eyes.

All things flow silently in the heart, without a trace of waves.

Han Jiajia's eyes seem to be able to perceive people's hearts, penetrate all dust and haze, and attach a layer of frost to everything in front of them.

"My magic is the dove of peace. ”

Han Jiajia put on a dark black cloak to cover her delicate body, looked at William Kyle with cold eyes, and said lightly.

Dove of Peace?

Chen Mu frowned, in this world, there are only a few magic tricks involving animals in magic, and the transformation techniques of pigeons and rabbits are naturally rare, and there are even many magicians who have only heard of it but have never seen it.

The aspects of magic such as the Dove of Peace are not simple, because the magician must also know the simple and even profound art of taming animals in order to perform this magic to perfection.

Moreover, when I came, I had never seen Han Jiajia boarding with a pigeon!

Chen Mu looked at Han Jiajia with a cold and elegant temperament in front of him suspiciously, with a look of solution in his eyes, how could Han Jiajia perform this magic trick.

William Kyle, Butanli, and Gabri looked at Han Jiajia expectantly.

Dove of Peace, although they know this kind of magic, they rarely use it, and see how this beautiful Chinese girl performs this magic.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, Han Jiajia's eyes fell on the palm of her hand, her thin lips opened lightly, and a breeze blew gently.

The cloak behind her was like a wave of light, and the stripes were like the spine fin of a majestic shark in the sea, black and sharp.

Inside the black cloak, there is a conspicuous dark red, just like the vampires of the Western world in the film and television, evil and depressing.

Matching with Han Jiajia, who has a cold and elegant temperament, it looks out of place, one black and one white, which makes people feel awkward.

Han Jiajia untied the cloak behind her back, her slender and white palm clamped the dark side of the cloak, closed her hands, and gently closed them.

The back of the palm of the hand swayed like a small fish swimming in the water, driving the cloak to sway in front of everyone.

Suddenly, a charming smile appeared on Han Jiajia's cold and delicate face, which was dazzling and eye-catching.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the white color overflowed in Han Jiajia's palm.

A little bit, a little bit.

Slowly, the outline of the head appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone was stunned, with a slight disappointment in their eyes, which was no longer the conjecture in their hearts.

Rising from Han Jiajia's palm was a white paper pigeon, although it was a careful paper fold, it could not hide the disappointment in their hearts.

Is this the dove of peace?

Han Jiajia's attention was not on the teammates around her and the examiner in front of her, her palms were still swinging like small fish swimming in the water, and the paper pigeon was vivid in her hand, as lifelike as a real pigeon, quietly entrenched in her hand.

In front of everyone's eyes, Han Jiajia held the paper pigeon in the center of her palm, gently lowered her head, and the tip of her delicate and beautiful nose gently touched the pigeon's head, and slowly, pressed it into the palm of her hand, drowning everyone's sight.

The palms of the hands slowly closed together, the fabric of the cloak shook slowly, and the black or red surface swayed like branches underneath.

As soon as the palm of the hand was flipped over, the cloak flipped over a trail in the air, fluttering to cover the closed palm.

The main drama is coming!

originally thought that Han Jiajia's magic was limited to this, and everyone who was full of disappointment looked at Han Jiajia's palm covered by the cloak carefully and attentively.

Han Jiajia lowered her head, her cold eyes revealed a soft brilliance, and a charming smile swayed at the corner of her mouth.

The palms of the hands stopped in the air, and the fluttering cloak slowly stopped.

Han Jiajia's eyes were raised, and she swept over everyone lightly, and a crack seemed to be split in her palm, and a collapsed surface suddenly appeared in the cloak of her palm.

"Poof..."

A different and alternative voice suddenly appeared in the primary room, and the source of the sound seemed to be...

Everyone's eyes fell on Han Jiajia's palm, and the sound came from the recess of the cloak there.

The flat fabric in the recess of the cloak is like a shrunken heart, insisting on beating vigorously, and the collapsed fabric sometimes bulges and sometimes falls.

There, it seems, is not the heart, but a small head struggling inside, trying to break through the barrier of the cloak and come out to see the light of day.

Han Jiajia's hands trembled slightly, and the smooth cloth of the cloak slid down on the side of her palm, slowly, froze in the position where it was about to fall.

The palms parted a little again, and a small white head pulled the fabric of the cloak from Han Jiajia's palm, and appeared on top of the black cloth.

This is a real pigeon, a white, smart carrier pigeon, it seems to be quite curious about everything around it, its smart little eyes look around, passing over Chen Mu, Han Xinyue, William Kyle and others, quietly entrenched in Han Jiajia's palm.

The dove, which means a symbol of peace, in ancient times, it was a messenger for human beings to communicate with each other, and to a large extent, it witnessed the development of human beings and the exchange of information.

It has soared over ruined countries, defeated vassal states, victorious revelry countries, and friendly countries with cross-strait cooperation.......

It, longing for peace, means peace.

"Go ahead!"

Han Jiajia pointed her palm at the open window, allowing the pigeon to see the colorful world outside.

The cloth in the palm of his hand slid smoothly on the ground, empty.

Han Jiajia's white hands were separated, and the pigeon's feet as thin as toothpicks were slightly bent in her hands, and she immediately spread her wings and flew away.

"Goo, goo, goo. ”

The carrier pigeon, which symbolizes peace, glanced sideways at Han Jiajia in the air, and then flew out of the window, soared in the sky, and disappeared.

William Kyle took a serious look at the inconspicuous cloak on the ground, took a deep look at Han Jiajia, and then lowered his head and filled in Han Jiajia's name in the record book, and said with a smile: "Han Jiajia, you passed!"

"Hmm!"

Han Jiajia nodded, and wanted to walk away without changing her face.

"Hey!"

Chen Mu grabbed Han Jiajia's arm, pouted at the empty window, and asked in a low voice, "Where did you come from?"

Han Jiajia glanced at Chen Mu lightly, her arm was slightly forced, she broke away from Chen Mu's palm, and said lightly: "When the hotel was resting, I asked Mo Yu to take me to buy it." ”

"Huh?"

Chen Mu's eyes widened, and he secretly said, I'm a god, how long has it been since I tamed a pigeon I just bought?

"It's still you. ”

Chen Mu gave Han Jiajia a thumbs up and was amazed, at least, he really couldn't do this wave of operations.

Han Jiajia took a step back unnaturally, quickly got away from Chen Mu's side, and walked quickly to Han Xinyue's side.

"It's your turn!"

William Kyle's gaze fell on Chen Mu's body and asked with a faint smile.

Chen Mu spread his hands and walked to the table of William Kyle with a bright smile on his face.

William Kyle looked at Chen Mu with deep meaning, in his performance just now, it can be seen that those previous Chinese magicians have more or less respect and care for this Chinese kid, so, is he the strongest in magic?

Chen Mu ignored William Kyle's gaze, just smiled brightly, and asked very seriously, "Can you write Huaxia characters?"