This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The fall of a **** is nothing to ordinary demons.

After all, the body of the Demon God Dawn was still hanging in the sky, and I saw it twice a day, and I became accustomed to the most frightening things.

Moreover, sixty years ago, the war between the brave and the demon king led to the fall of the true god. Every day, you can see the stars symbolizing the true **** descend from the sky.

But for the believer of this god, this is something more terrifying than the collapse of the sky.

The translator has felt that the divine power in his body is dissipating, and the blessing from the blood sea demon is dying.

This feeling is like a wanderer who has lost his hometown, and the whole family is wiped out, leaving only his own orphans, and his heart is full of abandonment.

"Why, why?" He muttered to himself as he squatted down holding his head.

He maintained this posture for three days before finally standing up and saying to Lu Fan who was reading the book behind his back: "Master Lu..."

"Don't even think about it, there is no obligation. Besides, you steal the ship, threaten and slaughter my subordinates, this account has not been settled yet."

"How can it be done?"

"Are there any magic stones? Those on the boat don't count, they are my stuff."

The translator gave a wry smile: "No."

"Then it can't be done."

The translator pondered for a while, and finally spoke slowly: "I know the location of all the artifacts in the sea of ​​blood."

"Count your previous debts, but still lack a reason for me to take action."

"I can work for you. If I encounter other members of the Blood Sea Demon Sect in the future, I will convince them as a bishop."

Lu Fan originally wanted to say what I wanted you to do with crooked melons, but he took off his clothes and made a look.

Jumping to Lu Fan's ear, he whispered: "Leave it to me, I'm useful."

Lu Fan watched playfully taking off his clothes, then nodded and said, "Okay, then I promise your request, I will send troops to investigate things in the depths of the blood sea."

After all, according to the prophetic poem, part of the backlash of one's own karma is applied to the depths of the blood sea, so sooner or later, I need to go to the blood sea.

But one thing that can be blackmailed now is one thing, after all, the old man is a devil.

With Lu Fan's consent, the translator finally let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Lu."

Asking the other party to sign a contract, Lu Fan directly threw the translator to take off his clothes.

As for taking off his clothes to fry, fry, boil, stew, or lick, it has nothing to do with him.

He took off his clothes and brought the interpreter who had signed the contract, and went straight to the bar.

This has become a gathering place for philosophy players. Every day, if there is nothing to do, I will come here to have two sips, and then gather together to play and chat. After chatting, maybe they will come up with a paper.

Other players will come here occasionally, sometimes to listen to the scriptures and cultivate drowsiness.

Sometimes it's a bet, whichever can't help but make the move first.

These Philosophy players speak very well, and their attributes are a bit average, but it does not prevent them from having a lot of martial arts, and they only start fighting if they discuss it. After the fight, they sit on the opponent and continue to output language.

Seeing the walker taking off his clothes, the professor raised his wine glass sleepily: "Take off your clothes, do you want a drink?"

"No need. I brought a believer here today, and he is still a bishop. You can talk to him."

"You said that I am not sleepy anymore! It is rare for a believer to come over and chat with us, sit here."

Pulling the bewildered translator over, the professor asked kindly: "What's your name?"

"Edmond," the translator whispered.

"The young man is quite shy. Don't worry, it's quite big here, with snacks and new games. If you get tired, you can sleep. It won't matter."

Edmund felt a chill when he didn't come.

Especially the look in the opponent's beast when he saw its prey made him shudder.

After the blood sea demon **** fell, the blessings on his body disappeared, so that he could no longer be as calm as before, and calmly resist fear and danger.

Edmund is now like a little boy stripped naked, and needs to face the malice from the outside world.

But what scared him was still to come.

After the initial cordial exchange, the professor and others finally tore off the disguise of goodness.

The players didn't come into contact with many believers, and Gai Yatai was a lie, so after a little chat, he put himself in the basket.

And Neil is out of sight every day, and now he flows directly into the human world, and he can't communicate.

Therefore, Edmund in front of him is the best tool to understand the relationship between gods and believers.

The language offensive from professors and others began.

Their problem is directed to the core, splitting the relationship between believers and gods layer by layer, and deconstructing the meaning of the existence of gods and the relationship between believers and gods through irrefutable logical thinking.

Players from the real world have tricky angles, proficient techniques, and endless tools.

Coupled with the language gameplay inherited from various philosophers, he relentlessly launched an attack on Edmund.

Edmund was able to resist at first, but it didn't take long for him to lose his words, feeling that his knowledge system had been ruthlessly destroyed.

He struggled to maintain his beliefs, but all he could get was the professor's harder ridicule.

Whenever he explained his belief in the Demon God of Blood Sea, the professor and others would knock Edmund to the ground with a more complete thought storm, making him forced to admit that the professor's theory was stronger and more powerful.

After three consecutive hours of communication, Edmund succumbed.

The professor stood in front of Edmund proudly and issued a declaration of victory: "Admit it, your brain has become my shape!"

"It's really interesting to play with philosophy." He took off his clothes and commented on the side.

"That's not it." One player agreed, standing aside, "When you see them fighting while discussing philosophical issues, it will be more interesting."

When they waited for the intermission, they took off their clothes and jumped in front of the professor and asked, "Did you discuss anything interesting?"

"Many. For example, he is a master and he likes older people of the opposite sex. So I am going to analyze the causes of his personality through another theory next time."

"This is indeed a bit interesting, and I am also very interested. Let's talk together when we have time. But what I asked is another kind of interesting."

"It does. We probably understand what a **** is."

The bartender borrowed a pen, and the professor erased the messy characters on the blackboard, and then said as he drew, "I also participated in the jokes of the gods and gods, and I was eventually eliminated. After that, we summarized a lot, but finally today There is a more accurate inference. In this game, the **** is an emotional machine."