Chapter 565： Picking up **** at the Great Cthulhu's House

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"Ah, set you up, too."

The game finally realized what it had overlooked, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Yes." Sete saluted and stood up.

Mahad seemed to suddenly think of something and suddenly turned his head: "Mana, what are you doing in this place?"

Mana, who was quietly preparing to sneak away, was so scared that she jumped up and brought out a large number of sand sculptures behind her.

At this moment, she was planning to reduce her sense of presence while the master didn't pay attention to running away, so she cast a simple small spell to make her pedestrian look like only a black outline, perfectly integrated into the shadow of the environment... ..

...However, Master Master discovered it.

At this time, they suddenly jumped out by Mahad's call, and they all looked like Xiao Hei in Conan, and they looked very funny.

Good guy, has Xiaohei's part-time job expanded from the detective studio to the card studio?

Conan's classic animation Youyu has seen some of it, and he was equally impressed by the shadow of countless people's childhood shadows. I remember that I saw someone on the forum before that the real man behind the show is Xiao Hei. "Detective Conan" tells the story of the protagonist Conan who made countless people become scapegoats through mouth cannons and brainwashing, and crossed the sea for Xiao Hei again and again...

Mana tugged at the hem of her little skirt, her face full of tension.

After that, I was caught by Master Master again. What should I do if I am swollen?

Or pretend to just pass by...

But before she said anything, she heard her new friend Jae Jie take the lead: "It's my fault, it's all my fault! It's all because I said I wanted to drink that magic soup, so we were here... ..."

Brother Liangchen was shocked when he saw him, and said to his heart, why are you so proficient at the back of the pot, Brother Jie? So he hurried forward without saying a word: "I should be blamed, please don't blame Miss Mana! I stunned the cook..."

After listening to what happened between the two goods, Mahad seemed to understand a little bit what happened. He turned around with a sullen face: "Mana!"

Mana covered her face and looked away.

She feels that these new friends are all good people, very kind to herself and very enthusiastic, but it is a pity that their brains may not be good...

You Yu opened the forum again and took a look at the temporary live broadcast room that was not bargaining for 80%, and then came to the game: "My side probably grasps the movements of Tapir Liang."

The game's eyes lit up: "Do you have it?"

He feels that he is lucky to have You Yu by his side in this memory world, otherwise if he is the only one in this dark game, he must be passively beaten now, right?

"Well, there is a clue." You Yu said, "but you still have to be careful. Tapir Liang also has a helper. Malik's dark personality has a small part of the soul remaining in the Millennium Wisdom Wheel, and it seems to follow Tapir Liang to this memory world. Here comes."

"Malik?" The game was surprised.

The six-year-old Yan Yidi hasn't gotten cold yet?

"Yes, just pay attention, the enemy is more than Tapir Liang alone."

"I see."

"Then prepare for a little bit." You Yu glanced at the live broadcast room in the forum again and confirmed the direction, "We are going to take the initiative."

......

At this time, the popularity of this live broadcast room, which was registered temporarily without counter-offer, has reached its peak. Obviously the content and title of the game he is broadcasting is more eye-catching-the title of his room at the moment is called "Pick Up Tatters in the House of the Evil God".

Just earlier in the day, Tapir Liang took his necromancer legion and ran to copy the tomb of King Akkanan. He grabbed a lot of gold and silver jewels, and dragged back the coffins of the predecessor Pharaohs by the way.

After living a life of robbing houses and gnawing garlic for so many days, he is finally a rich man now!

If this is not an RPG game but real ancient times, the things he took out of the Pharaoh’s tomb this time are more than enough for a person to squander for a lifetime.

"Huh, it's a waste. These pharaohs are dead, and they have to bring so many good things to bury."

While speaking, Tapir Liang was stepping on the pharaoh's poor coffin board, and was devouring a piece of raw beef at the same time.

That's right, now he not only doesn't need to chew garlic, he even has beef!

congratulations.

"That's it."

Eighty hammers were not counter-offer, like a dogleg, and at the same time he threw a sapphire into the sack he was holding.

"But you're really cautious." Malik said with his arms on the side, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I have been in for so long, and I have done so much preparation before the Pharaoh can make a hand... even In the end it came back to no avail.

I remember, you said that the conditions for victory are seven thousand-year artifacts? Hey, it's not easy to take down seven artifacts at your current pace. "

"Shut up." Tapir Liangbai gave him a glance, and took a bite of raw beef, "I'm just waiting for the right time."

"A good hunter will always wait for the best time. Only a reckless man will go up and give it for nothing." He continued to flatter him, and at the same time threw a pile of gold into his sack one by one.

Tapir Liang just pretended not to see it.

"Don't worry, Malik, you will have a chance for revenge." Tapir Liang smiled, "I remember you were ruined by that duel Wang Youyu? You must have an account with him, right?"

"Humph." Malik did not deny.

It was You Yu who broke his "God Phoenix" combination in the Duel City at the beginning, turning him into the lingering and awkward appearance that he is now. He does have an account and needs to be settled by the other party.

And this time, Tapir Liang had already found out for him, and the card of the three phantom gods seemed to be in the hands of the game now. As everyone knows, the cards of the gods are all unique, which means that you don't have any magic cards in your hands now.

The six-year-old thinks that this memory world is an excellent stage for his revenge!

Tapir Liang glanced at him sideways, only sneered constantly in his heart.

In his opinion, Malik is actually a cannon fodder to help him test the depth of the enemy.

Since the idea that "You Yu may be the clone of Harakti" came up, the evil **** has been too nervous all day long.

He took a nap yesterday and dreamed of falling asleep. He dreamed that he had gathered seven artifacts, spanning three thousand years of time and space, and finally opened the gate of the underworld, ushering in the moment of recovery.

However, the gate of the underworld had just opened, and his great evil **** Thork stood at the door and saw You Yuzheng with that mean smile, standing in the middle of the sun, looking at him condescendingly, behind him was the shining "Creation God of Light. Ha Lakti".

"Yo." You Yu smiled and waved to him in the dream, "You are awake. Or, let's make gestures?"

So Sok thought for a while, then silently retracted back to the underworld...and brought the door with him.

Well, although he kept telling himself that "Halakti's clone" was purely an unfounded delusion, the fact that his brain made up for this possibility scared him.

You must confirm the identity of this You Yu!

But if the other party is really Harakti, he has a billion points of counsel, and he dare not try.

So a six-year-old who didn't know the height of the sky became an excellent candidate!

Tapir Liang sneered at the six-year-old who was looking triumphantly.

Humph, it turned out to be just a six-year-old, the one who was sold and counted the money.

As he spoke, the sacks in his hands were already not full. However, he skillfully tied a knot at the mouth of the bag, and then took out a sack from nowhere, opened it smoothly, and reached out and threw an alchemy statue into his sack.

There is a posture that really wants to empty the lair of the great evil god.

The word "Tic Tac Toe" appeared on Tapir Liang's forehead.

Labor and management don’t speak, you really treat me as if I don’t exist anymore, don’t you?