Chapter 135: Become a card-playing hairstyle
The sky was clear, the rain stopped, and the six-year-old felt that he could do it again.
This saying is basically a true portrayal of Malik's heart at this time. The last second he looked like he was going to be miserable by the corner, but now his confidence has swelled and he feels that the wave has stabilized.
Just kidding, do you know how many people Malik has been in? (referring to the brain)
The spiritual function of the millennium tin rod is still stable. It allows the holder to see the truth of anyone's heart, see the darkest and most vulnerable corners of the other person's heart and make use of it, and even turn others into puppets at the mercy of the holder.
No matter how strong the soul is, there will always be weaknesses in the depths. Now all Malik has to do is to find a weak point in the tapir that he can break through...
Malik: "...!!?"
As I just said, he has read countless people and brainwashed at least hundreds of people, but so far he has never... seen such a strange mind.
Even if he said that, he felt weird, but this was the fact that was presented to him—there was nothing in his heart that could be called a weakness in this boy named Tapiryo.
What Malik sees here is only darkness, boundless, like an ocean, with pure hatred and anger, a darkness that seems to devour everything.
Then in the dark depths, he saw a pair of eyes. The scarlet color, as if the lord from the depths of **** looked at him maliciously, expecting him to go further and drag him into the dark abyss.
The next second, before he could react on his own, an instinct for danger made him involuntarily withdraw from Tapir's consciousness.
Malik was surprised to notice that he had been sweating profusely before noticing, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he couldn't stop breathing, as if he had just turned around from the gate of the underworld.
"Hahaha! Do you want to take advantage of the darkness in my heart?" Tapirang laughed, "That's really unfortunate, this uncle is the darkness itself!"
In a nutshell, the whole of labor and capital is black, you can use one to show me if you have the ability.
The last resort was also countered. At this time, Malik had completely lost his ability to resist. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Tapirang's coma to get on his Wisdom Wheel, but now he is going to die first...
"Okay, hand over the thousand-year-old tin cane to this uncle obediently." Tapirang muttered, "Really, I should have done this a long time ago, and let this uncle lose a dark duel in vain and eat a piece of Osiris. hit......"
After all, the Great Evil God Sok is not a complete body now, and the degree of resurrection is also limited. Although the defeat of the dark game and the attack of the phantom couldn't eliminate him, the pain was still quite painful.
This wave did not earn a thousand-year-old tin stick and went back to play, and even Tapir Liang felt that his blood was at a loss.
However, at the moment when Tapirang felt that he had stabilized and was ready to start harvesting, the situation reversed again.
"Uh...uhhh!!!"
Malik, who was cornered, hugged his head in pain and let out an indistinct growl.
The thousand-year-old tin rod, which had already dimmed, suddenly erupted again, and a transparent golden shock erupted. Tapirang was taken aback, hurriedly took a step back and took a defensive stance.
"What?" Tapirang frowned.
"Hey yay..." Malik began to make a sound of unknown meaning, his body joints twisted at an unscientific angle, "kimoji (so comfortable)"
Tapir had an expression of disgust on his face.
What's up with this guy? Do you want to pretend to be crazy and foolish to pass the test?
It doesn't look like...
Malik suddenly laughed twice, and when he raised his head again, a golden eye-shaped mark was already lit up on his forehead. His face twitched, his facial muscles began to pull in a gradually weird direction, and the overall aura made people instinctively feel bad.
If this is not intuitive enough, then you only need to look at the explosive head on this guy's head that automatically stands up like a Super Saiyan, and look at the hairstyle that has obviously become a card game, and you can probably understand him. How the strength has skyrocketed...
This guy's voice and expression have become completely different from just now, and it feels like a different person within a second.
Tapir is also worthy of being an expert on Millennium Artifacts, and he quickly guessed what happened: "You guy... have your personalities exchanged?"
This is not too uncommon, many thousand-year-old artifact holders have two personalities. For example, games, such as Tapir Liang himself.
It was the dark personality that Malik had nurtured in his heart who appeared in front of Tapir Liang at this time.
"The labor and capital finally came out hahahaha!!!"
Dark Malik is worthy of being the first brother of Yan Yi. When he appeared, he first controlled his facial muscles to make an expression that was impossible for ordinary people, and then laughed a few times in a vain manner.
Usually because the elder brother Lisheed shared the pain for Malik, the dark personality has always been suppressed by Malik in the depths of his heart.
At this time, in the competition with the dark power of Tapir, Malik was suppressed in all directions and forced to a desperate situation. Only when his instinct was stimulated, the seal was lifted, and this personality found a gap and drilled out.
"Is it a dark personality this time?" Tapir snorted disdainfully, "But it's useless how you change people, the Millennium Tin Cane is going to be decided today!"
"Oh that's really good." An Malik stretched out his tongue and licked the Millennium Tin Staff, and chuckled softly, "It's really good to be able to move your muscles and bones as soon as you come out to breathe.
But I have to say it first, I am not easy to bully like a weak chicken. "
Tapir hummed and grabbed the wisdom wheel: "I can't ask for it."
The two dark personalities confront each other, and the thousand-year-old artifact shines brightly. Dark energy filled the room for a while, as if the millennium war was about to break out at any time...
Then came the sound of footsteps outside the door.
"...It seemed to be the voice from Tapiryo's room just now!" It was the voice within the castle.
Obviously, when the two dark bosses were torn apart, the third game between Chengnei and Haima was already over.
"Tapirang! Are you okay?" That was Kyoko's voice.
"Tapirang!" What followed was obviously a game.
Dark Malik turned his head towards the door and cut: "Is the nameless Pharaoh here? It seems that you are really a lucky guy..."
Malik turned around again, only to find that the tapir Liang, who was just too hung up to compete with him, was already on the bed at the speed of light, covered with the quilt, his eyes closed and motionless like a dead fish.
Malik: "............"
Then the door opened Chengnei rushed in first, and protected him in front of Tapir's bed: "Malik! I was surprised that I didn't see you up there, what are you trying to do to Tapir! ?"
Theoretically speaking, Tapir Liang is actually a good classmate and partner of the game and their friends. When he is not possessed by evil consciousness, he has a good relationship with them.
The control of the body has also been exchanged before the game enters the door. At this time, Wang Sangdai is on the line. The thousand-year-old building blocks hanging on his chest lit up with golden light, and at the same time stared at Malik coldly: "Malik, what do you want?"
"Hmph, it's boring." Malik put away the millennium tin stick and walked towards the door.
"Ah, it's boring, it's boring." Malik hummed as he walked, "Alright, I'm almost ready for the game. Who will be buried next to the darkness? Hehehe..."
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