Life Copy Game

Although He Ao didn't, he still took a break during the flight to recuperate a little.

An hour and a half before arriving at the destination, the announcement on the plane started to sound, and the flight attendants began to educate the people on the plane about some basic knowledge about the ruins.

This knowledge was all mentioned in the book under the TV. It should be a brief summary of the important content. He Ao listened for a while and then began to continue studying magic.

At this time, there was a knock on his door again.

He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

"Do you want to listen to the radio?"

The black-skinned girl wearing a half-face husky mask outside the door asked softly.

He Ao shook his head.

"I don't want to hear it either. I just read all the books in the cockpit, and I'm so suffocated... I'll tell you..."

The girl was obviously a little excited.

Snapped--

He Aola closed the door.

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After a brief silence, He Ao heard slow footsteps and the sound of the door closing in the opposite cockpit.

He Ao continued to read and made some small props using materials he had picked up from home when he left.

Half an hour later, there was another knock on his door.

He Aola opened the door, and before the other party spoke, he took out a coin and whispered, "Want to see a magic trick?"

The commentator was stunned for a moment, then nodded wildly.

He Ao took out a marker and handed the coin and marker to the commentator.

"Make a unique mark."

The commentator took the coins and pen with excitement on his face. Just when he was about to speak, he heard He Ao say immediately, "Any mark is fine, don't ask about anything else."

The commentator raised his head and lowered it again, pouted, and fell into a brief thought while holding a marker.

Then she drew a few strokes on the coin and handed the marker and coin back to Ho.

He Ao glanced at the coin and saw a cute smiley face painted on it.

He shook his head and smiled, put away the marker, then rolled up his sleeves, showing his empty palms and smooth and solid forearms to the commentator.

"Now I only have this coin in my hand. It is the coin you marked. It is a unique coin in the world."

He Ao held the coin in his right hand, with his right hand on top and his left hand on the bottom. He gently pushed it in, and the coin fell down the palm of his right hand and into his left hand below.

Then he clenched his left hand and threw it into the sky.

"There is air conditioning and ventilation..."

The publicist reminded He Ao nervously, but as soon as she spoke, a gentle snap of her fingers came to her ears.

He Ao's right hand retracted from the back of her head, holding the silver coin with a smiling face between his fingertips, "Here it is."

"Eh eh eh?"

The commentator was stunned, "How is this done?"

"After the secret of magic is revealed, it becomes boring," He Ao shrugged, "Okay, the show is over."

Before the commentator could ask a new question, he reached out and closed the door.

"Eh?"

The confused voice of the commentator came from outside the door.

He Ao sat back down. This magic is actually very simple. It only tests the technique.

When the coin was thrown from the right hand to the left hand, the four fingers of the right hand were hanging down and slightly bent. The coin did not fall on the left hand at all, but on the four bent fingers of the right hand. The coin was actually always on the right hand. It was just blocked by He Ao.

But as long as He Ao performs like this, the audience will picture the coin falling from the right hand to the left hand.

Then when He Ao tossed the coin with his left hand to attract the audience's attention, he just grabbed a random place with his right hand and pretended to 'take out' the coin.

Once the principles of magic are known, it can easily lose its splendor.

This magic is very simple and easy for He Ao to learn, and the operable props only require one coin.

But the effect it achieved was very good.

Take things from the void.

He Ao looked at a fire color box on the side, raised his hand gently, and the fire color box instantly appeared in his hand.

After solidifying this magic into a miracle magic, He Ao can turn the 'miracle' achieved in the performance into a real miracle. He can ignore a certain distance and get items that are not in his hand.

However, this magic has limitations. The moving objects can only be those that can be held or covered by He Ao's hands. This limitation should come from the performance form of this magic, which exceeds the things that He Ao's hands can hold or cover. There is no way to deceive the audience in this way.

The farthest distance that can reach an object is ten meters, which should be the distance at which a simulated coin can be thrown.

Within ten meters, He Ao can move these things into his hands and throw them to any location.

Of course, can He Ao break through these limitations?

OK.

He gently raised his hand, and a marker pen appeared in his hand. This pen obviously could not be covered by his hand, and it exceeded the limits of this magic.

Moving this pen that exceeds the limit consumes more energy than moving items within the limit.

However, this doesn't seem to be a big problem for someone like He Ao who has become accustomed to his life.

As long as he holds the corpse flower solution in his mouth, he can even take the sword from the air and perform a wave of sword control.

This magic is simple, but it is still very useful in combat, but it cannot move living creatures.

After another half an hour, the flight attendant's announcement ended and everyone was informed to fasten their seat belts and the plane was preparing to land.

The commentator never came to see He Ao again.

In fact, as an "audience", the public commentator is still very good.

After all, the prerequisite for solidifying a magic trick into a miracle magic is that the magician needs to be able to perform the magic completely and make the audience believe in this 'miracle'.

There are two key points here. First, there must be an audience, and second, the audience must believe.

Well, the better the deception, the better the audience.

As the plane landed, He Ao and others got off the plane one after another.

He Ao stood on the stairs of getting off the plane and looked up. What he saw was an endless black sea.

This is Liu Zhengyun’s private island

There are twelve specially appointed researchers among them, including He Ao.

Eight of them all wore masks, and each one looked more sinister than the last.

People like He Ao who put an unsealed vegetable paper bag on their heads could be considered middle-class. The most naughty one had a pair of blue and white striped briefs on his head.

It can't be said to be shocking, but it can also be said to be out of place.

The man wearing briefs looked at He Ao looking at him, nodded politely to He Ao, and then followed the staff's guidance and walked towards the depths of the island.

"That person's codename is Underpants Superman. He's from Nandu. He's said to be very strong."

Yan Yanshi poked his head out from behind He Ao.

Superman Underpants... This shouldn't be his talent name... right?

Shouldn't he have such an obscure talent?

Looking at the man's calm back, He Ao finally understood the meaning of the phrase 'as long as I don't feel perverted, then someone else will be perverted'.

"That girl with the silicone hood is a 'gymnast'. Don't look at her thin arms and legs. Her body is extremely flexible and her fighting ability is extremely strong. It is said that she is E-level."

The commentator continued to talk behind He Ao.