When Bao Yuan painted Wei Fan's appearance, there seemed to be a strange force in the darkness that flicked his fingers away, and the index finger of his right hand quickly caught fire as if it had encountered violent friction, and was almost scorched.

This made Bao Yuan immediately feel: The fake Wei Fan is not simple, and the real Wei Fan is even more fucking not simple.

The person in front of him has been confirmed to be Zhang Xiaotian.

If it is said that Zhang Xiaotian inadvertently came to Liupan Mountain five years ago, just like when Bao Yuan was eager to make a fortune, he took the ancestral scroll and walked into the tomb of the gods in Tanggula Mountain with Song Peng, Ping Sigui, Feimao, and Du Muqing, this assumption may be valid.

Perhaps, Zhang Xiaotian wanted to use this mysterious power to draw himself in here, but it happened that Bao Yuan was in the tomb of the gods in Tanggula Mountain, and it was likely to be stopped by the mysterious power of Tanggula Mountain, but the fact that Wei Fan couldn't draw in couldn't be explained.

Could it be that when Zhang Xiaotian came here five years ago, Wei Fan was also stealing treasures in another divine tomb?

Could it be such a coincidence?

How can there be so many tombs of gods?

The problem is that Bao Yuan followed Zhang Xiaotian and Huang Blind to the tomb of the gods in Liupan Mountain this time, but the real Wei Fan still can't draw in, could it be that the real Wei Fan is still in a certain tomb of the gods, the fake Wei Fan is not strange, but the real Wei Fan is confused.

Bao Yuan settled down and asked with a strange face: "Xiaotian, sizzle...... I understand a little bit for the time being, but I don't understand this reason, you have obtained this magical power, why do you have to enter the palace twice, you can do whatever you want, if you want to be a star today, you will draw yourself as a star, tomorrow you want to be a rich man, you will draw yourself as a rich man, and the day after tomorrow you want to be a leader and you will draw yourself as a leader, isn't it all up to you? ”

"Lao Bao, to put it lightly, this skill seems to be magical, but in fact it has a lot of backlash."

"What's the backlash?"

Bao Yuan laughed secretly. The heart said: "Zhang Xiaotian, Zhang Xiaotian, stupid enough, you, what a beautiful thing it is to have this kind of ability, you are not fucking good at exploiting it." Hum...... Lao Tzu is not wasteful. When Lao Tzu goes out, you have to make good use of it, well, Lao Tzu first painted himself as an international popular star, and he was awesome for a few years. Then he painted himself as a certain rich man, put all his money under the name of Lao Tzu, and finally went to Zhongnanhai to be the biggest leader to play, if little Japan dared to stare at it behind his back, Lao Tzu directly sent troops to destroy it......"

"Lao Bao, this kind of backlash makes people cry and laugh, I'll give you an example......" Zhang Xiaotian said with a depressed face.

Zhang Xiaotian said that after he left Liupan Mountain, he found that when he had a mysterious power in Liupan Mountain, all the classmates he drew with the help of that mysterious power had indeed disappeared mysteriously. He was terrified, afraid that the public would find out about him.

Maybe Zhang Xiaotian is a thief.

Zhang Xiaotian is a native of Jiangxi.

One day, Zhang Xiaotian was bored, thinking about who he painted, and who appeared in front of him. Zhang Xiaotian took a newspaper and painted himself in the mirror as a wealthy man in Jiangxi, at first there was no sign, just thinking that he would become the focus as soon as he went on the street.

At night, a strange feeling suddenly rose in Zhang Xiaotian's mind, very strong and evil.

Followed by. Zhang Xiaotian involuntarily left home and walked south, not knowing what he was going to do.

I walked for more than three hours.

There are always two thoughts in my head, 20 percent of which are my own, and the other 80 percent are someone else's.

To know. In these three hours, Zhang Xiaotian completely used his magic to drive the road, like being helped by a ghost to come to a villa, the closer he got to the evil thought in his mind, the stronger the evil thought, that evil thought did not come out of his own mind, as if it rose from his bones.

The doors of the villa are empty.

Zhang Xiaotian gently pushed open the door, and two percent of his mind was sober and consciously thinking: even if the camera captured Lao Tzu. will only capture the shadow of this rich man, and it has nothing to do with Lao Tzu. I only heard a shout of pleasure from inside the villa.

Another eighty percent of the evil thoughts drove Zhang Xiaotian in.

Zhang Xiaotian tiptoed in.

I saw that there were more than a dozen undressed women inside, their figures were not ordinarily good, all of them seemed to come from the catwalk, surrounded by a man with a red fruit, the man was lying on the sofa drunk, and kept shouting: "Ah! Refreshing! Torture me as much as you want, my dear, don't hurt my face, I'm a public figure, I'm going to be in the newspaper tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be a model worker in the province, haha, little **, come on......"

Zhang Xiaotian hid in the dark corner and watched quietly.

It didn't take long for an island blockbuster to be staged, but the protagonist of this rich man was an automaniac.

Zhang Xiaotian's 20% consciousness told himself that this product was a change. The other 80% of consciousness tells itself to hurry up and try it, which is very cool. Zhang Xiaotian's consciousness of 20% forcibly told himself, don't show up, two people who look exactly the same must not be scared to death, just hide until dawn, Zhang Xiaotian's evil thoughts disappeared with their end.

After that, Zhang Xiaotian painted himself as a leader.

Zhang Xiaotian deliberately painted himself as a certain leader of the Red Cross, and he thought the same as Bao Yuan, making money, making money, and making money!

The Red Cross receives a large number of donations from caring people every year, which is a big fat difference, the key is that these donations do not need to be disclosed to the public at all, which is much better than black eating black, Zhang Xiaotian is thinking about drawing part of the money into his own name.

The leader drawn by Zhang Xiaotian this time has been observed for a long time.

The leader spent nine out of ten days fishing, basically not doing anything.

As soon as the painting was completed, Zhang Xiaotian's heart immediately rose to the evil thoughts similar to that rich man, this time it was even more strange, 80% of the evil thoughts in Zhang Xiaotian's mind told him that this time he was going to do a big thing to bully the good and bully, and the other 2% said that well-dressed people were all changed at first glance. State.

The facts tell Zhang Xiaotian that he can't do good things if he changes his identity.

Under the control of that evil thought, Zhang Xiaotian came to a poor peasant family, the house was really broken and could not be broken anymore, and the family saw Zhang Xiaotian as if they had seen a savior, Zhang Xiaotian thought about it, and the Red Cross should give people some hope.

There was a woman in that family, who looked to be in her thirties, and when she saw Zhang Xiaotian, she asked weakly: "Leader, have we been approved for applying for assistance?" Can the money be allocated? Zhang Xiaotian was completely uncontrollable, and his consciousness seemed to have been programmed, and how to deal with this kind of thing already had a clause and a charter procedure, and he said with a confused face: "Whether to dial it or not, it's not that I have the final say, but your performance has the final say!" ”

The woman said weakly, "Haven't you slept with me seven or eight times?" My father's illness can't afford to delay! ”

Zhang Xiaotian's 20% consciousness told himself,, isn't it a good thing to come here today? , how can people with heads and faces be beaten like this, and he is afraid that he will do something that is not human.

However, he is now a leader, but he can't change back to Zhang Xiaotian himself.

Under the domination of 80% evil thoughts, Zhang Xiaotian lawlessly took care of the girl in front of his father who was lying in bed, and afterwards, Zhang Xiaotian poured a big stomach, the girl was from the countryside, she couldn't talk about water, and she didn't take a bath for a long time, so he didn't know how to do it......

Bao Yuan laughed when he heard this: "Haha, haha, Zhang Xiaotian, Zhang Xiaotian, in this way, leaders, rich people, you have experienced them one by one, but this mysterious power has to be used by the right person, the wrong person is used, the danger factor is quite big, you risk someone else's identity to do bad things, on the surface it seems that you are disgusting, but in fact they are disgusting." Oh, by the way, how did you remember to become Wevan later? ”

Zhang Xiaotian said: "I don't want to be myself, completely condemned out of conscience, every time I think of those who were painted to death by me, I feel very guilty, I tell myself, Zhang Xiaotian has made a lot of mistakes, these mistakes can not be forgiven, I don't even want to hear Zhang Xiaotian's three words, and I don't want to see my own face." ”

"It is not an exaggeration to say that those who do not know." Bao Yuan pondered: "If the truth is so, it seems that it is not all your fault." Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Bao Yuanxin said: "I'm patronizing and discussing this mysterious power, what's going on with the snakehead golden flower?" ”

Look further down.

The fire had weakened considerably, and it was gray and cloudy, with only a touch of gold shining alone underneath. The mercenary didn't move at all, as if he had been burned into a bronze corpse, and the pestle of ** was motionless there, like earth and gold, without any life. (To be continued.) )