This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The mysterious lady is the culprit who stole Vivienne's memory.

Until now, the mysterious lady still has Vivian's memory in her hand, so Neil will surely regain it.

Pulling open his cloak, Neil took out the two arms hanging between his legs.

The two white arms are only the size of a thumb at this time.

Moreover, they have been specially treated and sealed in a bottle filled with diluted holy water to eliminate the perception of the arm owner.

Neil pulled out the cork, and then saw the broken part of his arm, the black mist was constantly releasing and flying in one direction, and finally disappeared in the air.

Sealing the cork again, she said to Leanna: "She is indeed here. Thanks to the patron saint of the fallen, I will write down this kindness."

"It doesn't matter. He has a very good relationship with Lord Roland and Master Lu. This is also a gift from him. And he reminded me that the mysterious lady seems to have joined Zelatan's camp."

Demons like Ms. Mystery have lived for at least tens of thousands of years. It is absolutely impossible to live in a place full of chaos and killing like **** for so long without some skills.

This kind of ancient demons often possess incredible powers, and none of them can be measured by common sense. They are objects that must be paid attention to.

"Zelatan is the first generation demon king and has the capital to persuade them. But it's a bit strange, isn't all such ancient demons sealed in the eleventh hell, why can she go to the ninth floor without a contract?" Mi Asked if in doubt.

"This is also a concern for the patron saint of the fallen. According to preliminary judgment, Zelatan should have found a way to open the deeper layers of hell."

Mi Ruo thought about it.

The ninth **** is the **** they are now in, also known as the main hell.

The tenth **** is the Demon Mist Hell, where the shadows were born, and the place where the corpse of the Greedy Demon God is located.

The eleventh **** is also known as the Great Dark Hell, where there is no body of the demon **** of dawn, and there is no trace of light throughout the year.

The twelfth **** is also known as the impermanence hell, where causal logic will be chaotic, and all kinds of unthinkable things will happen.

The thirteenth layer of **** is a lost ground. Once the ancient evil creatures are sealed there, any one of them may cause huge damage.

Starting from the fourteenth level of hell, the information there is pitiful, only knowing that there has been a thousand-year-old war of gods, and the war between the gods and the demons has broken there.

Because the bottom layer of **** seals the laws of violent, the closer to the bottom, the more violent the laws, and the more chaotic and crazy the demons that can survive inside.

If Zelatan really has a way to open the deep **** and control the underlying demons, then this guy will undoubtedly become even more dangerous.

"The rare peace, is it going to be destroyed again?" Mi Ruo lowered his head feebly, "How many kinds of Zelatan's abilities are there?"

"I don't know." Lianna also shook her head, "The other party is already a quasi-god, one step away from the true God. Moreover, she is an existence older than the ancient demons, and currently has the ability of the former brave to control time, then It's even more unfathomable."

"It's terrifying for Master Lu to be able to compete with this kind of existence for three years, and also to steal part of the opponent's origin."

"Yup."

After the four had simply eaten, Leanna retired in a hurry, ready to contact her teacher and resident doctor, and then convey the message of the patron saint of the fallen.

Mi Ruo still needs to prepare for the next show, and Neil is the only one who has nothing to do.

Originally, she was going to go on a food cruise to see what's good in Sin City, and then she went to find the whereabouts of the mysterious lady.

But when she heard the noise coming from not far away, she changed her mind.

"Your life is like a candle in the wind. As a third-rate duelist, you are a lucky guy if you can fight with me up to now!"

Hearing this familiar mouth stinking sound, Neil probed silently and saw Golding who was playing cards with a dog evenly matched.

Golding was full of cards, but the dog on the opposite side happily wagged his tail, stuck his tongue out, and threw out the cards randomly, so Golding kept starting to unlock the cards.

After watching silently for a while, Neil sighed: "Mr. Golding, this is not how you play cards."

"You passerby who can only call 666 knows how to play cards with a hammer. I'll go, Neil!"

Seeing who was standing behind, Golding instantly withered.

He put away the specially tailored physical card in a whisper, then pulled up the rope on the little guy, and said to Neil: "Don't tell Master Lu that I play cards with the dog while walking the dog. He has been very busy lately, so Entrusted me to walk the dog."

"It's cute." Neil rubbed the dog's head. "What's your name?"

"Just call it the little guy. Remember, don't tell Master Lu that I'm playing cards."

"Don't worry, you just have to treat."

Leading the little guy, Neil walked all the way to eat, filling his mouth like a hamster.

She likes this place.

The property is very rich. The demons who have become merchants from pirates are transporting goods here every day, and the huge traffic in Sin City allows them to earn a lot of money every day.

Although part of it is to be given to the managers here as taxes, but even so, it is more profitable than being a pirate.

She has been to Sin City once, and has been in the big arena here for a period of time, honing her assassination skills.

At that time, Sin City was a veritable Sin City.

There are murders every day, and at the peak, the ground will even be covered with blood, making it impossible for people to settle.

Fierce pirates only know about destruction, and they get drunk every day to relieve the pressure of looting.

The streets are full of filth and corpses, the shops on both sides are always selling equipment peeled from the corpses, and the food in the restaurant is always mixed with blood.

The streets are always plotting a murder. The orphans who have lost their parents either die in the streets or join a pirate group and become a hidden line of the other side.

Waiting for them will be the next painful reincarnation.

But now, here is completely changed.

Teams of well-dressed hamster guards patrol here. They wear blue law enforcement costumes. Each hamster is hung with a mini matchlock developed by the sub-siege lion, which gives them good combat effectiveness.

The streets are always spotless, and the replica extracted from the King of Slime tirelessly cleans up the garbage here, and the body of the replica can also get a share of income.

The roof of each floor is covered with fluorescent plants. This kind of plants improved by farmer players will reincarnate in a cycle of 24 hours, adjusting their own light, so that it is full of day and night changes.

At this time, it was dusk.

The light overhead has gradually dimmed, and the gloomy lanterns hung in front of the shop have been lit up, filling this layer with the warmth of toast.

The shops on both sides are already open. Those with money can rent a shop for business, and those with no money can push a dining cart to sell delicious snacks on the side of the road.

A group of children ran past her laughing and laughing. Even if no adults were present, they dared to play on the street, use their pocket money to buy what they wanted to eat, and then ran back to their warm home.

Stopped in front of a shop with slime dolls on the side of the road, Neil discovered that it was selling souvenirs.

The owner of the shop is an elderly demon with scars on his face and no thumbs on both hands, but his eyes are rather kind.

He wears a green slime badge, indicating that he is a believer of the Slime sect.

When he saw Neil, the old demon clearly paused.

But then, he smiled and said: "Just look, choose whatever you want, today everything is 20% off."

The shop is not big, but it is full of colorful goods, many of which are statues of contestants, and the carvings are vivid.

Neil even found a lot of badges of other sects in it, and he couldn't help but wondered: "Does the Slime sect allow these things to be sold?"

Different sects are often repulsive, UU reading www.uukanshu. Even if com touches things of other sects, it will be considered disrespectful to its own sect, and it will be burnt if discovered.

"No, that group of slimes didn't prohibit these things. Our most important creed is only one, obey the law and be industrious to get rich. Everything else is okay, and everything is allowed."

"It doesn't matter even if you believe in two religions?"

"It doesn't matter."

"that's nice."

Choosing some souvenirs, Neil asked Golding to help pay the bill, and then left here with the souvenirs.

Behind them, the old demon looked at Neil's back for a long time, everything from the past rushed to his heart, and he couldn't help shouting, "Miss Neil!"

"What's the matter?" Neil asked, turning his head.

"...It's nothing, the goods are returned and exchanged within seven days."

"I see, goodbye."

"Goodbye."