The magician Bao Liang sat on his shabby single sofa, staring intently ahead.

Two meters away in front of him was an old display tube black and white TV, and on top of the TV was an equally old DVD player.

On the screen that has already been covered with snowflakes, a silent picture is played.

Baoliang didn't blink his eyes, staring at the TV screen as if in a daze, the fluorescent light hit his face, making him pale.

"Ah, what a beautiful thread-drawing show." He murmured, but his eyes sparkled, "I didn't expect anyone to be able to make such a wonderful 'puppet double dance' with sprites. As expected of the descendants of the Ling family class, Really great performance!"

"Did you say so, little bird?" He suddenly turned his head and looked at the other sofa beside him.

The same dilapidated single sofa, but a huge birdcage was placed on it.

What was locked in the cage was not a bird, but a petite girl.

The silver-haired and silver-eyed girl looked stiff, curled up in the cage with her knees hugged, like a delicate and beautiful doll.

Bao Liang reached out to stroke the girl's hair, but the girl remained motionless, indifferent, just staring at the screen.

"Haha, you also think his performance is very beautiful, don't you? It's suitable for my theater to perform in!"

Baoliang looked up and looked around—it was a huge, stadium-sized stage theater, surrounded by auditoriums that could hold 100,000 people.

Dimness shrouded the stage so wide that one could mistake it for a vast plain. There were only two sofas and a TV alone in the center of the stage. Dim lights shone on Bao Liang, as if performing a farce.

He opened his arms exaggeratedly in excitement and let out a silent laugh. The light was directed by him and quickly swept around.

——Those auditoriums immersed in darkness were filled with spectators, their expressions dull, like puppets.

Eerie like ghosts.

Suddenly, as if a stone broke the calm water, ripples appeared in the grand theater.

"Master Baoliang, Master Baoliang..."

Bao Liang looked back, not far behind, someone suddenly pushed the door and entered.

"Then it's your time."

A man in a tight gym suit peeped in.

The grand theater is like a phantom, fading like the tide; the two single sofas have also become small Maza; the old black and white TV has become a laptop.

A closer look reveals that Baoliang is in a narrow and crowded small room—the props room of the circus.

"Well, come."

Bao Liang responded, and pulled a piece of canvas to cover the big birdcage. Pull it apart, and there's nothing left.

The man guarded the door respectfully, and then followed behind Baoliang.

Baoliang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and shook it out as he walked.

The handkerchief continued to unfold until it was the size of a cloak.

Rolling up the "cloak" on his body, amidst the man's admiration, Bao Liang was already dressed in a neat tuxedo.

Full of energy, Bao Liang put on his top hat, drew out his cane, and stepped onto the stage facing the lights and cheers.

"Welcome the legendary great magician—Baby Bright!!"

Fanatical applause and cheers drowned out everything.

…

The performance was a great success, and the whole circus performance turned into Baoliang's personal magic show as expected in the end.

The enthusiasm of the audience almost knocked off the roof, and flowers and tips were thrown onto the stage like raindrops.

Bao Liang called the curtain repeatedly before he was able to step down from the stage.

"Wonderful, really wonderful! Perfect, so perfect!" The circus owner greeted him with a big smile in the background.

Baoliang had already changed back to his usual casual clothes at some point, and when he saw the boss, he also went up to greet him.

"It was indeed an excellent performance," Bao Liang said, "but it's also the last one."

"Huh?"

"I gotta go."

"No, why? Is it about money? I can give you more..."

"It has nothing to do with money, it's just that I'm bored." Bao Liang said, "I'm a wandering magician, and now that I'm destined to join the noble group, I should continue wandering."

The circus owner cried and begged Bao Liang to stay.

But Baoliang ignored all this indifferently, and left the circus leisurely, dragging an old suitcase.

When the reporters and fanatical fans blocking the door saw him, they cheered and swarmed up.

Baoliang smiled, waved to greet people and then pushed aside the crowd and continued to walk forward.

After a few steps, he suddenly got rid of the crowd.

After a few more steps, it was already submerged in the busy and lively street and disappeared.

Walking on the street, Baoliang took out his handkerchief from his pocket.

Unfold, and then unfold...until a piece of cloth one meter square appears.

Shaking his hands, he covered the suitcase with a piece of cloth, and slapped it hard, the cloth collapsed, and the suitcase disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, he rolled the cloth around his body, and when he pulled it apart, he was already wearing a tuxedo.

It was an extremely wonderful magic show, but the bustling pedestrians around turned a blind eye to it.

The corners of Baoliang's mouth turned up, he smiled and took out his cane from the cloth, and bowed slightly as if performing on a stage.

Flipping his wrist, the cloth disappeared, but there was a top hat in his hand.

He walked on, the top hat twirling endlessly at his fingertips.

Suddenly, he stopped and dragged the top hat on his hand, and hung the cane on his forearm, leaving his right hand free to reach into the top hat.

Then, grab a black crow out of it.

"Long time no see, Crow." Bao Liang greeted with a smile.

"Long time no see, I hope you won't grab us out of the hat again."

"Let's talk about it next time. I heard that you died a miserable death this time."

"Ah, the news is really well-informed, and we are obviously wandering." The crow landed on Baoliang's shoulder, "After all, we are just an intelligence collector, and we are not good at fighting."

"I will also be a guest messenger," Bao Liang continued, "tell me, what's the matter with me this time?"

The crow cleared his throat: "Ah, a new round of the 'Book Contest' has begun, and this time it's our round."

"So, send me?"

"This is the instruction of the great witch."

"Because I'm the most free?"

"Because you want to go most."

"Hey, why do you say that?"

"Yeah, because we recommended it~lightnovelpub.net~ Crow said, "As a collector of information and technology, we are actually the ones who most want to get the original "Thousands of Machines", but unfortunately, now We are just a crow with no fighting power at all. So I can only recommend you, Magician. "

"Oh? Let me wipe your **** for you?"

"Don't say that, have we already said it? Besides us, you are the one who wants to get "Thousand Machines" the most." Crow said proudly, "We are collecting information and technology, and you are also collecting magic tricks everywhere. ?”

"That's true, don't tell me..."

"That's right," Crow nodded vigorously, "Thousands of changes, all kinds... The ancient tricks passed down from ancient times are likely to be as old as puppetry, and there is a great possibility that they will be included in the original "Thousands of Changes"."

"And..." Crow quacked with a laugh, "Even if you don't see Ling Xingye's beautiful silk-drawing scene for the original "Thousands of Changes", it's worth a trip for you, a magician, right?"

Baoliang—Yanshi. The magician laughed: "That's right, I also want to see that wonderful performance with my own eyes."

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