Whether it was the end of Gotham City or the "Zhang Huichun Incident" in Huating City, Yi Lin gave him the image of calmly cheating everyone, which really impressed Lao Pan.

And... what Yi Lin said seems to make sense!

He has been useless for so long now. Instead of continuing like this, it would be better to let Yi Lin have a hard time.

Maybe he can even make "Pan Zhengyi" come back.

"Then... OK."

Out of limited trust in Yi Lin, Lao Pan decided to give up resistance and enjoy it silently.

actually.

For Yi Lin, if it were not forbidden to, he would not want to expose this new ability to anyone.

But helpless, when the mental attributes are not up to standard, Yi Lin is really not sure and uses this ability to himself first.

Moreover, if we talk about the best candidate for the experiment... it should actually be Li Erpang, after all, he is more resistant to beating and tossing.

However, the fat man has a more shrewd personality and will not go without profit. If the fat man knows about this, he will probably not be close to the area where Yi Lin is located even if he is beaten to death.

As for the little fan Li Changge?

Yi Lin was really afraid of trying to make Li Changge die of trouble.

So after thinking about it, Pan Xiaozheng, who was full of worries, became the best candidate for the experiment.

"Well... sit down."

Old Pan sat down obediently.

Yi Lin began to activate his ability.

As Yi Lin became more and more focused, Yi Lin's fingers gradually gathered, as if the motivation for chanting was in the inch of the fingertips, forming a tiny vortex.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and controlled the vortex on her fingertips based on her past feelings, imagining the mind power as substance, and then gradually gathered towards the center of the "vortex", the rotation speed became slower and slower... and the density of the mind power became increasingly denser.

finally!

Yi Lin opened her eyes.

"It's done!"

Yi Lin breathed a sigh of relief. In his perception, a "needle" on Yi Lin's fingertips, which was as solid as the pointer of a clock, slowly rotated on Yi Lin's fingertips like a pointer of a clock.

But from Lao Pan's perspective, Yi Lin seemed to just raise a finger and then make a constipated expression, and cold sweats popped up on her forehead from time to time.

"?"

Seeing Yi Lin open his eyes again, Old Pan couldn't feel what had changed on his fingertips.

——"Recite needle".

This is one of the abilities Yi Lin developed after she mastered her mind power in another future.

But the real purpose of this ability is not the "mind needle" itself.

But—

"The shape is similar, but it cannot be compressed thinner..." Yi Lin used the fastest speed to sense the "mind needle" turning on his fingertips, comparing the difference with the "complete version", and slowly said: "Although it is a little thicker and a little crooked, the 'mind needle' should theoretically be between reality and reality, and it should be useful..."

"I just don't know how much deviation will occur after I poke it down."

A needle?

stamp?

crooked?

Should it be useful?

Pan Xiaozheng's ears trembled slightly, and he kept Yi Lin's words into his ears without deliberately lowering his voice.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait, tell me first-???"

Perception, aim, chant, go!

Yi Lin smiled slightly and shook his fingers. He didn't intend to give Lao Pan the opportunity to hesitate and make suggestions. The "Mindian Needle" was silent and invisible, and poked hard at a "point" that Yi Lin had already aimed at in advance.

Pan Xiaozheng was only halfway through his words and came to an abrupt end.

suddenly.

Old Pan's eyes were a little confused for a moment, but the next moment, he suddenly stood up from the chair.

Slam.

Slam.

He suddenly hit the ceiling with his head facing up and his feet facing down.

Dong--

Bang.

Yi Lin looked at Lao Pan with expressionless face and fell from the ceiling. Then, without saying a word, silently drew an XY axis under "Round.1" and used the simplest coordinate system to record the data deviated by the "castrated version of the needle".

Then I turned another page.

——Write "Round.2".

Old Pan was so shocked that he fell to death by this sudden attack.

How did you do it just now?

Why did it suddenly fly up?

He just wanted to stand up?

Old Pan looked confused.

etc.

In other words, am I still here?

In other words, Pan Zhengyi has not come back?

To be precise, am I still useless?

Pan Xiaozheng's head, which was so dizzy that he was hit, quickly came to his senses. He suddenly bounced from the ground, a hole broke in his forehead, and blood was scattered.

He wanted to take out the stick skillfully.

"You explain it to me-"

Perception, aim, chant, and walk!

Yi Lin's "mind needle" condensed gradually faster. Before Lao Pan could react, the second shot had already poked the "other point" again.
Chapter completed!