"This..." Bai Mufan was stunned. He stared at the yellow bird flying happily around him, making crisp chirpings after crisp sounds, and his face was full of shock.

He actually came back to life!

Bai Mufan quickly looked at the drawing paper in front of him, and saw a blank space on the paper, exactly the same as before he began to paint.

And what's amazing is that because it was painted with ink, the yellow bird on the paper is actually black. But the moment it flew out of the drawing paper and came to reality, the yellow bird suddenly became colored. Its body was covered with golden feathers and a cluster of white hair on its head, which was vivid and vivid, and its eyes were full of agility, as if it was a real life!

It took a long time for Bai Mufan to recover from the shock.

He looked at the yellow bird landing on his shoulders, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to gently stroke the feathers on its body, feeling the soft and real texture conveyed. He couldn't help but look down at the practice pen in his hand, and was surprised and happy, and exclaimed: "It can actually give life to the things I draw. This is indeed an extraordinary pen!"

And what was very amazing was that he had stained a little ink on the brush just now, but after finishing painting the yellow bird, the brush became clean again, with snow-white on it, as if it was brand new, and it was very dry when touched with his hands, as if the ink was completely used on the yellow bird, without wasting a single drop!

Bai Mufan suppressed his excitement, turned to look at the ink bottle next to him, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and said secretly: "There is another question worth thinking about now, that is, does this bottle of special ink have to be used with a practice pen? In other words, is it because I have replaced it with ordinary ink or even pigments now, so the things I draw will not have such a magical effect?"

Thinking of this, Bai Mufan did not hesitate. He ran back to the room and brought a bottle of ordinary ink, then dipped it ink with a practice pen, and seriously drew a new yellow bird on the drawing paper.

At the moment when the oriole bird was painted, it blinked and flew out of the painting. A bright color appeared on its body, as if it had life!

"Can ordinary ink be able to do it?!" Bai Mufan was a little surprised. At this moment, the yellow bird accidentally bumped into the transparent barrier at the edge of the building ship, shattered with a thunderous sound, turning into a pool of ink and falling on the ground.

"Is this broken?" Bai Mufan couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He pondered for a moment, looked at the practice pen that had become clean again, and then dipped it in plain ink again, and then drew a chicken on the drawing paper.

At the moment of completion, the chick flapped her wings and jumped out of the drawing paper, landed on the deck, then stretched her neck and looked around blankly, a little dazed.

Bai Mufan tentatively stretched out his finger and touched the feathers on the chicken. The force was very light and he could feel a very real touch conveyed to his fingertips.

But as Bai Mufan slightly increased his strength, the little chicken suddenly turned into a pool of dark ink, sprinkled all over the ground like the yellow bird just now, like a poked balloon.

Bai Mufan frowned slightly. He wiped his fingers clean and drew several things with ordinary ink. In addition to animals, he also tried to draw a flower, and finally found some rules.

First of all, he confirmed one thing, that is, the reason why things in the painting can "come alive" is mainly because of the magical practice pen in his hand that works, not ink, so ordinary ink can also have an effect.

Secondly, although things drawn by ordinary ink can also be realized from the painting by relying on the power of the practice pen, and the touch is exactly the same as the real ones. Even when the flower appears from the painting, it emits a real fragrance of flowers, which makes people unable to tell the truth or falsehood, but the disadvantage is that they are all very "weak"!

If you just touch it lightly, it's okay, but as long as you increase the slightest force, the drawn things will immediately break like bubbles. And even if you are not affected by external forces, things drawn with ordinary ink can only last for more than ten minutes at most and will automatically break.

If it were the bottle of ink given by the Little White Face System, the drawing would be even more "stronger", able to withstand greater power and would not easily break, and it could exist for a long time!

For example, more than half an hour has passed now, and the yellow bird that was drawn at the beginning is still standing on his shoulders and is very intimate with him.

In summary, things drawn by ordinary ink are exaggerated, like bubble phantoms, shattered at once; while the things drawn by the system are more realistic, although they will definitely not exist forever, they are thousands of times better than ordinary ink.

Bai Mufan's mind flew around and he secretly concluded: "The difference between ordinary ink and system ink is probably the only difference. I guess the bottle of ink given by the system contains an invisible force, which can give me more powerful energy to the things I draw. This is the same as the magical practice pen in my hand. The practice pen with system ink can be said to make up for the defect of my male lacking the power of martial souls. This is a place where ordinary ink is far from comparable!"

Thinking of this, Bai Mufan suddenly felt his mind, and a thought came to his mind: "Wait, if I use system ink and practice strokes to draw some other things, can I also show its true power?"

Bai Mufan only drew an ordinary yellow bird, but no matter how real the yellow bird is, its power cannot exceed the scope of an ordinary yellow bird. If he uses too much force, he can still break it into ink, so Bai Mufan has this idea. If he drew a more powerful creature, can he also perfectly embody the power of that creature into reality?

Bai Mufan couldn't help but his heart beat faster. If he could do it, in addition to his piano skills, he also mastered a trump card that could come in handy!

He was about to test it out, and at this moment a clear and pleasant voice came from the high place: "Class Bai Yunxi."

Bai Mufan looked up and saw a silver-haired girl sitting on the edge of the high platform of the building under the purple moonlight, with her slender legs hanging around in the air, blinking her big, watery eyes looking at him. It was Yin Yingluo.
Chapter completed!