Although Yue Chuliang didn't know what Gu Xingmiao was going to do, he chose to cooperate.
A few people only saw Gu Xingmiao seem to bend down for a moment and then took out a lot of food.
Everyone:?
Facing the stunned gazes of the crowd, Gu Xingmiao simply explained, "These are edible."
Is this the point?
The point is where do you get so many identical foods?
"If I didn't know the host was just an ordinary human, I would have thought she was Doraemon, taking them out of her pocket one by one—"
"Meibo is much scarier than Doraemon!!! These things can appear at will. I was watching the live broadcast closely, so how come I didn't notice where they appeared from? It's ridiculous."
"Gu Xingmiao definitely knows magic! No, I should say spells!"
Gu Xingmiao didn't have time to explain that it was a painting, she just asked Qi Bufan to put all the food into the San Nian Xing Hu.
That’s right, I can only embarrassedly treat the Sannian Xinghu as a “trash can” temporarily.
Although Qi Bufan was very confused, he did as he was told.
Gu Xingmiao quickly placed the food she had conjured on the table. The food was exactly the same and looked so real that it was hard to tell the difference between the real and the fake.
She really didn't know whether she was eating paper or eating "paper".
The delicious-looking food on the table is not for human consumption.
Because before the replacement, all those foods that looked delicious were made of paper.
After Qi Bufan quickly poured the food into the Sannianxing pot, his expression suddenly changed.
Apparently, he also discovered that these foods were not real food!
But he didn't show it, instead he pretended to have the same expression as the other guests, showing an obsession with the delicious food.
But it is true that it is delicious.
"...You can actually do this." Huang Daxian No. 2 said suddenly, and it was obvious that it was in a complicated mood.
Take painting as your skill and take painting as your truth.
Make a fake become real——
Gu Xingmiao had shot it with a bow and arrow before, and it could be regarded as Gu Xingmiao's special weapon;
Gu Xingmiao had previously wrapped it with peach blossoms, and it could also be considered that Gu Xingmiao might be able to control the petals like some humans as martial arts masters;
But when it was Gu Xingmiao's turn to quickly draw the food with the seemingly ordinary brush, Weasel No. 2 was completely silent.
No wonder that fellow refused to let Gu Xingmiao say that he was human—
It turns out that he has already flattered others, and is afraid that he will flatter others himself!
Damn weasel!
But is it too late for me to curry favor with someone now?
Its small eyes seemed to carry some kind of expectation that Gu Xingmiao could not understand, and it rubbed its black paws slightly.
I'm almost saying, "Sir, what do you think of me?" (Blinking)
On the one hand, Weasel No. 2 brought these people here to die; but on the other hand, its conscience was not so bad, and it thought it would be better to let them leave.
But it didn't expect that Gu Xingmiao actually had special powers.
Want to curry favor with someone.
I really want to hug your thighs.
"Are you human?" Huang Daxian, who had always been ignorant in ancient times, couldn't help but ask.
Gu Xingmiao said as a matter of course: "Of course I am human."
"If I hadn't sensed that you were human, I would have thought you were some kind of spirit in disguise..." Huang Daxian No. 2 muttered, "You always feel like a vixen."
Gu Xingmiao: “…”
I didn't expect that such a charming word as "fox spirit" could be used to describe myself.
Gu Xingmiao really wants to be charming, but she is not that type of person. She is more like being heroic.
And she was certainly not doing it randomly when she used her fingers to dip into rice wine and draw on the wooden table.
It can be understood that she was practicing secretly before.
Since what she got was a brush, and she could feel that it was special, she had a bold guess: would this thing have the same function as Ma Liang's magic brush?
It's good to be able to draw something without suffering any loss.
So, while everyone's attention was on the two people in the ghost marriage wedding, Gu Xingmiao had already started experimenting.
Her eyes fell on the vase not far away, and she carefully described the outer surface of the vase, even down to every line.
Gu Xingmiao picked up the brush and started writing on the palm of his hand.
There is clearly no ink on the tip of the pen, but you can see faint traces of ink left on the palm of your hand.
When Gu Xingmiao had fully thought it through, she unexpectedly had an identical vase in her hand.
Gu Xingmiao: “!!!”
Who said this old thing is not useful? It is so useful!
It’s just that things drawn with a brush are a bit abstract.
Fortunately, the paintings were not based entirely on painting techniques, but on the painter's memory. Otherwise, Gu Xingmiao would really be worried that these things would appear inappropriate.
As a time traveler with a photographic memory, Gu Xingmiao could naturally remember all the dishes on the table, and he could also directly use the simple creation of the brush to replace the dead -
She was surprised.
This old thing is good, this old thing is wonderful!
Although she is not a professional art student, she has a good memory and a special level of art skills. This is exactly what she dreams of, being able to draw with her brain and print it one-to-one.
only……
This seems to consume a lot of energy. At least Gu Xingmiao felt dizzy and his lips were a little dry after finishing these paintings.
It's brain-intensive.
Now she feels dizzy when she tries to think about something.
This feeling is just like how people in the future think about history, which is restricted and suppressed.
All the food at the banquet was made of paper.
Then the servants who greeted them at the door should also be paper figures. Gu Xingmiao even suspected that besides these few people, there were others here -
Everything is made of paper.
Humans will not die after eating paper, but Gu Xingmiao cannot guarantee whether humans will die after eating paper food in the paper-made world.
It's better to eat some ordinary paper just in case.
After seeing his companions eating these things with normal expressions, Gu Xingmiao could only feel a little sorry in his heart.
In order to pretend to fool the paper people, she also ate a few mouthfuls of paper hastily.
Although she couldn't taste the paper, once she knew what it was made of, the taste was much less intense.
Moreover, Gu Xingmiao felt a little uncomfortable during this period of time because he could not hear Xiao Huang's complaints.
Gu Xingmiao doesn't follow Wanwan Leiqing's way. Xiao Huang and Weasel No. 2 are very different.
But where did this guy go...
I haven’t found myself yet. Could I be really lost?
You can’t be such a rookie, right?
"Xingmiao, this thing tastes pretty good? What did you use to replace it..." Qi Bufan blinked, and lowered his voice as if he was very surprised, "Did you bribe the copy owner behind my back?"
Gu Xingmiao: "...just eat it."
She almost said, shut up and stop imagining.
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