Chapter 135： Become a hairstyle that can play cards

The weather has cleared, the rain has stopped, and the six-year-old feels that he can do it again.

This saying is basically a true portrayal of Malik's heart at this time. In the last second, he was in a horrible situation that he was about to be beaten by the corner, but now his confidence has expanded and he feels that the wave is stable.

Just kidding, do you know how many people I got in Malik? (Referring to the brain)

The mental function of the thousand-year tin rod is still stable. It allows the holder to see the truth in anyone's heart, to see the darkest and most vulnerable corner of the other's heart and use it, and it can even turn others into puppets at the mercy of the holder.

No matter how powerful the soul is, there will always be weaknesses in the depths. Now what Malik has to do is to find weak points that can be broken through in Tapir Liang...

Malik: "......!!!?"

As just said, he has read countless people and brainwashed at least hundreds of objects, but so far he has never... seen such a weird mind.

Even if he said that, even he himself felt weird, but this was the fact that was presented to him-this young man named Tapir Liang had nothing in his heart that could be called a weakness.

What Malik saw here was darkness, boundless, like a vast ocean, with pure hatred and anger, as if to swallow everything up in darkness.

Then deep in the darkness, 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 abyss of darkness.

In the next second, before he could react by himself, an instinct for danger made him involuntarily withdraw from Tapir Liang's consciousness.

Malik was surprised to notice that he had been sweating profusely before he knew it, and his front and back clothes were soaked in sweat. He couldn't help breathing, as if he had just turned from the gate of the underworld.

"Hahahaha! Do you want to take advantage of the darkness in my heart?" Tapir Liang laughed, "That's really unfortunate, this uncle is the darkness itself!"

In short, the minds of labor and capital are all black. If you have the ability, use one to show me.

The last resort was also countered, at this time Malik had completely lost the ability to resist. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Tapir Liang's coma to walk along his wisdom wheel, but now he is going to die first...

"Okay, hand over the thousand-year-old tin rod to my uncle." Tapir Liang muttered, "Really, I should have done this a long time ago and let this uncle lose a dark duel in vain..."

After all, the great evil **** Thok is not yet complete, and the degree of resurrection is limited. Although the defeat in the dark game can't eliminate him, the pain is still quite painful.

This wave of tin rods without earning a thousand years of roots went back to play, and Tapir felt blood loss.

However, just this time when Tapir Liang felt that he had stabilized and was about to start harvesting, the situation reversed again.

"Uh...Uh ah!!!"

Driven to desperation, Malik hugged his head in pain and let out a vague growl.

The thousand-year-old tin rod whose light had dimmed suddenly broke out again, and the transparent golden shock burst out. Tapir Liang was taken aback and took a defensive posture.

"What's up?" Tapir Liang frowned.

"Oh~ yeah..." Malik began to make an inexplicable voice, his body joints twisted at an unscientific angle, "kimoji (so comfortable)~"

Tapir Liang showed an expression of disgust.

What's the situation with this guy? Do you want to pretend to be crazy and sell stupidly?

It doesn't seem to look like...

Malik suddenly chuckled twice, and when he raised his head again, there was already a golden eye-shaped mark on his forehead. His face twitched, his facial muscles began to pull in a weird direction, and the overall aura that he gave to people also felt bad instinctively.

If this is not intuitive enough, then you only need to look at the explosive head on the head of this cargo that is automatically erected like a super saiyan, and look at the hairstyle that has obviously become card-playing, and you can probably understand him. How did the strength skyrocket...

The voice and expression of this guy have become completely different from just now, and it feels like a person has changed in a second.

Tapir Liang is also worthy of being an expert on the Thousand Years Artifact, and he quickly guessed what happened: "You guy...have your personality swapped?"

This is not too unusual, many Thousand-Year Artifact holders have two personalities. For example, the game, such as Tapir Liang himself.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Tapir Liang was the dark personality conceived in Malik's heart.

"Labor and capital finally came out hahahaha!!!"

An Malik is worthy of being Yan Yi's brother. He first controlled his facial muscles to make an expression that an ordinary person could never do before appearing, and then laughed vainly.

Usually because Lishid, the eldest brother, shared the pain for Malik, his dark personality has always been suppressed by Malik deep in his heart.

At this moment, in a competition with Tapir Liang's dark power, Malik was suppressed in all directions and pushed to a desperate situation. Only when he was inspired by his instincts, he lifted the seal, and was drilled out by his personality.

"Is it a dark personality change this time?" Tapir Liang snorted disdainfully, "But it's useless how you change players. The thousand-year-old master Xizheben is going to make a decision today!"

"Oh~ it's not bad." Dark Malik stretched out his tongue and licked the thousand-year-old tin rod, and laughed happily.

But I want to say it first, I am not as easy to bully as a weak personality. "

Tapir Liang snorted and grabbed the wisdom wheel: "I can't ask for it."

The two dark personalities face each other, and the Millennium Artifact blooms with brilliance The dark energy fills the room for a while, and it seems that the Millennium War is about to break out at any time...

Then there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

"...Just now it seems to be the voice from Tapirliang's room!" It was the voice from inside the city.

Obviously, the third game between Jouchouchi and Haima was over when the two dark bosses were torn.

"Tapiryo! Are you okay?" That was Kyoko's voice.

"Tapir Liang!" The game was clearly followed closely.

Ammalek bowed his head towards the door and cut: "Has the nameless pharaoh come here? It seems that you are really lucky..."

Malik looked back again, only to find that Tapir Liang, who was too hung to fight him just now, had gone to bed at the speed of light, covered it with the quilt, and closed his eyes motionless like a dead fish.

Malik: "............"

Then the door opened.

Chenguchi rushed in first and guarded Tapir Liang's bed: "Malik! I was surprised that I didn't see you on it just now. What do you want to do to Tapir Liang!?"

In principle, Tapir Liang is actually a good classmate and partner of the game, and he has a good relationship with them when he is not possessed by the evil consciousness.

Before the game entered the door, the control of the body had already been exchanged. At this time, Wang Xiangdai played online. The thousand-year-old building blocks hanging in front of his chest lit up with golden light, and at the same time stared at Malik coldly: "Malik, what do you want?"

"Huh, boring." Malik put away the thousand-year-old tin rod and walked towards the door of the room.

"Ah~, it's boring, it's boring." Malik groaned as he walked. "Well, I should almost prepare for the game. Who will be ruined by the darkness next? Hehehe..."