"Ah, Seth, get up too."

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

"Yes." Seth saluted and stood up.

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

Mana, who was preparing to sneak away quietly, jumped in place with fright, and brought out a large number of sand sculptures behind her.

At this moment, she was thinking about reducing her sense of presence and taking advantage of the master not to pay attention to running away, so she performed a little simple magic to make her group seem to have only dark outlines, perfectly integrated into the shadow of the environment... ..

...However, it was discovered by the master.

At this moment, they suddenly jumped out after being called by Mahad, and they all looked just like the little blacks in Conan, and they looked very funny.

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

You Yu, a classic animation like Conan, has seen some of it, and is also impressed by the shadow man of countless people's childhood shadows. I remember seeing someone say in the forum before that, in fact, the real mastermind behind the whole play is Xiao Hei. "Detective Conan" actually tells the story of the protagonist Conan who has made countless people scapegoats through mouth guns and brainwashing, and has hidden the sky for Xiao Hei again and again...

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

After finishing, I was caught by the master again, what should I do?

Or pretend it's just passing by...

But before she could speak, she heard that her new friend, Jie Jin, took the lead: "It's my fault, it's all my fault! It's all because I said I wanted to drink that magic soup, that's why we're here... ..."

Brother Liangchen was shocked when he saw it, and said to himself, why are you so skilled at taking the blame? So he hurried forward without saying a word: "No, you should blame me, please don't blame Miss Mana! I knocked out the cook..."

After listening to the remarks of the two goods before and after, Mahad seemed to have a little understanding of what happened. He turned around with a sullen face: "Mana!"

Mana covered her face and looked away.

She feels that these new friends are good people, very kind and enthusiastic to herself, but unfortunately their brains may not be very good...

You Yu opened the forum again and glanced at the temporary live broadcast room where the price was not counter-offered by a hammer and eighty, and then came to the game: "I have probably grasped the trend of Tapir Liang here."

The game's eyes lit up: "Is there any?"

He felt that he was lucky to have You Yu by his side in this memory world. Otherwise, if he was the only one in this dark game, he would only be passively beaten now, right?

"Well, there are clues." You Yu said, "but you still have to be careful, there are helpers on Tapirang's side. Malik's dark personality has a small part of the soul left in the Millennium Wisdom Wheel, it seems that he followed Tapirang to this memory world together. here."

"Malik?" Game was surprised.

Six-year-old Yan Yidi still hasn't cooled down yet?

"Yeah, just be careful, the enemy isn't just Tapiryo alone."

"I see."

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

......

At this time, the popularity of this live broadcast room, which was temporarily registered without counter-offering, has reached its peak. Obviously, the content and title of the game he is broadcasting are more eye-catching - the title of his room is "Pick up junk at the house of the evil god".

Just earlier today, Tapirang took his undead army and rushed to copy the tomb of the late king Akkanan. He grabbed a lot of gold and silver jewelry, and by the way, he dragged back the coffins of the previous pharaohs.

After living a life of robbery and eating garlic for so many days, he is finally a rich man now!

If this is not an RPG game but real ancient times, what he brought out of the pharaoh's tomb on this trip is more than enough for a person to spend a lifetime.

"Hmph, what a waste. These pharaohs are dead, and they have to bring so many good things to be buried with them."

When he spoke, Tapir was stepping on the pharaoh's pitiful coffin, and was gobbling down a piece of raw beef at the same time.

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

congratulations.

"That's it."

A hammer of eighty won't counter-offer like a dog's leg behind him, and at the same time he is throwing a piece of sapphire into the sack he is holding.

"But you're really cautious." Malik said with his arms crossed, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It took so long to come in, and so much preparation was made for the pharaohs to fight...even In the end it didn't work.

I remember, you said that the victory condition is seven Millennium Artifacts? Hehe, it's not easy to win seven artifacts at your current pace. "

"Shut up." Tapir Liang rolled his eyes at him and took a bite of raw beef, "I'm just waiting for the right moment."

"Excellent hunters will always wait for the best time, and only a reckless man will go up and give it for nothing." He continued to flatter him without counter-offering at 80 with a hammer, and at the same time threw a pile of gold into his sack one by one.

Tapir just pretended not to see it.

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

"Huh." Malik didn't deny it.

In the duel city, it was Youyu who defeated his "Fox" combination, making him the lingering and woeful appearance he is now. He does have an account to ask the other party to settle.

And this time, Tapirang has already tested it out for him, and the card of the Three Illusion Gods seems to be in the game's hands now. As we all know, the cards of the gods are all unique, which means that there is no magic card in Yu Yu's hand now.

The six-year-old thought to himself that this memory world was the perfect stage for his revenge!

Tapirang glanced at him sideways, only sneering in his heart.

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

Ever since the idea of ​​"You Yu might be Harakti's clone" came up, the Great Evil God has been so nervous all day long that he doesn't want to eat or drink.

Yesterday, he took a little nap and fell asleep dreaming. He dreamed that he had collected all the seven artifacts, spanning three thousand years of time and space, and finally opened the door to the underworld after a long time, and ushered in the moment of recovery.

However, the gate of the underworld had just opened. His great evil **** Sok stood at the door and looked at him, and he saw You Yu was looking down at him with that cheap smile, standing in the sun and looking down at him, behind him was the shining "creator of light Ha Lakti".

"Yo." You Yu in the dream waved to him with a smile, "You are awake. How about we make a gesture?"

So Sok thought for a while, and then silently retreated to the underworld... and took the door with him.

Well~lightnovelpub.net~ Although he kept telling himself that "the avatar of Harakti" was purely a baseless delusion, just thinking about this possibility made him terrified.

The identity of this Yu Yu must be confirmed!

But if the other party is really Harakti, he has a million points of cowardice, and he doesn't dare to test it.

So a certain six-year-old who doesn't know the sky is the perfect candidate!

Tapirang stole a glance at the six-year-old with a smug face, and sneered in his heart.

Hmph, it really is only a six-year-old, the kind who helps to count the money after being sold.

During the conversation, the sack in his hand was already full. However, he skillfully tied a knot at the mouth of the sack, then took out another sack from nowhere, shook it flat, opened it, reached out and threw an alchemy statue into his sack again.

There is a posture that really wants to evacuate the great evil god's nest.

The character "Well" began to appear on Tapir's forehead.

If the labor and management don't speak, you really think I don't exist anymore, right?