This Group of Players Are All Slimes

　　Walking on the way to the necropolis, the weak chicken man is full of joy.

　　 An ugly smile appeared on his face, and rows of sharp fangs showed up, making the players around him sick.

　　 "Brother Chicken, don't laugh, it looks disgusting."

　　 "Yes, you are like this. You don't have to lose money when you are killed on the street, and the other party will even earn a pennant in vain."

　　 "What do you know!" said the weak chicken man disdainfully, "I'm making a wish."

　　 "Repay your wish?"

Thanks to the blessing of "Dungeon and Devil", the weak chicken man throws his own game live video on station B every day, and the number of fans is soaring every day. Now he has already mentioned an excellent up main medal, which he is respected as " Brother Chicken".

　　 Okay, it's actually the same as before.

　　 Before the live broadcast, he casually babbled, saying that he liked more than 100,000 coins that day, and the next live broadcast of women's clothing, he unexpectedly was pushed up by sand sculpture netizens in less than an hour.

　　 The world is a lesson, he is a straight titanium alloy man who can no longer be straight, how could he do such a thing.

　　Furthermore, I was born so dignified that I can be called the five ancestors of the game zone. What if someone is greedy after wearing a dress.

　　 Unexpectedly, this game bug directly gave him this opportunity.

　　 Don't you want women's clothing, I'll give it to you!

　　 And this time, it’s not just me. All the players wear women's clothes, you guys go!

　　 In his live broadcast room, the players are constantly making vomiting expressions.

　　 "Brother Chicken, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't want to see you in women's clothing."

　　 "Why can't I control this hand? I shouldn't be greedy for his body."

　　 "The right hand has been chopped off and hung on the wall. I want to always remind me that young people can make mistakes, but not all mistakes are worthy of forgiveness."

　　 "Brother Chicken, you are dying, sincerely."

　　 Ignoring the voices of the audience, the weak chicken man not only did not close the live broadcast room, but kept talking.

　　 I don’t know if it’s because of other players. His poems are completely super-level, making the audience want to watch but not want to watch, one by one, they are very entangled.

　　 The current attributes of the players are not low, even after mimicking them into little ghosts, the speed is not slow, and they soon came to the destination, the necropolis.

　　 Although it is said to be a necropolis, there are no tombstones here, only a huge cave that continues downward.

　　 The pitch-black cave is not bottomless, as if it connects with another world.

　　 When the wind passed by, the harsh echo sounded from the cave, which was as frightening as the scream of another world.

　　 What's even more terrifying is that a white ghost came out of the cave and walked towards the living creature with a dying expression.

　　 just after seeing the players, they all stopped.

　　 On the ghost's lifeless face, there was a clear look of disgust, and then he walked in the other direction.

　　 "I don't know why, it feels like being despised? Is my skirt not enough to show off, or are these ghosts too floating?"

　　 "Okay, I know that you are enough to show off. Sister A has gone to the hospital, now let my weak chicken man lead you to guide you through this dungeon!"

　　 The weak chicken man stood up triumphantly, but the players questioned his eyes to greet him.

　　 "Brother Chicken, we know that you have a good tongue. You can learn all kinds of tongues, and the front and back of the attack. But how can you lead a group to play the book?"

"Don't underestimate people! I have learned all the three tricks of Sister A. First test the intensity, then collect information, and then go up in the last wave. Give me all your bodies, and I will lead you to victory. First of all. Test the strength, Tyrant brother!"

"Ok……"

　　 The named Extraordinary 4+1 shouted feebly.

　　 "What's wrong with the local tyrant, was it raining and drooping the wind last night?"

"No." Ou Huang explained intimately on the side, "he finally used his own power to draw a set of gold, and in the end, there was nothing left after casting a lava. Okay, Xiaofei, next time I will help you draw it. Up."

　　 "I don't want other people's wives."

　　 "Well, don't you still have a spare purple suit? Go up and test the strength."

　　 Under the urging of the Emperor Ou, the Extraordinary 4+1 barely got up and walked towards a ghost that had just floated out.

　　 Vigorously swinging the heavy sword in his hand, he slashed directly at the ghost on the opposite side.

　　He specializes in swordsmanship. At present, his swordsmanship is level three, and swordsmanship is among the best among players.

　　 Although it was just an ordinary flat slash, his movements were simple and neat, his whole body, his waist and his horse were unified, the epee in his hand turned into a white light, and he slashed his enemy.

　　 It’s just that the sword fell through.

　　 The ghost does not have its own entity, and the physical attack is completely ineffective.

　　 After swinging this sword, Extraordinary 4+1 returned to the original position and continued to shut himself down.

　　_(:Зゝ∠)_

　　 "The physical attack is ineffective...At least most of our combat power has been abolished. Then it's time to collect information. First knife prophet!"

　　 The Xiandao Prophet immediately jumped out and activated his ability that he could only use once a day.

　　 Along with her ethereal voice, a prophetic poem was read.

　　"Ugly creatures want big rewards

　　The absence of the legend makes this almost impossible

　　 That adult doesn’t want you to go back

　　 But he also hopes that you can complete the task

　　If you insist on doing this

　　 Taking off your clothes will be the key to breaking the game. "

　　 After reading the poem, the first prophet blasted it to pieces and was reborn.

　　 After listening to this prophetic poem, the face of the weak chicken man is obviously hard to look.

　　 Judging from the content of the prophetic poem, it was clear that he was discriminating against his leader, telling them that without Altria, they were thinking of eating farts.

　　 This is obviously looking down on me, right!

　　 I really want to give this copy today!

　　 After carefully pondering the last paragraph of the prophetic poem, he hesitated and finally made a decision.

　　 He took off the women's clothing.

　　 The breeze blows, making him cool under his hips.

　　 The sights projected from the surrounding players made him feel like sitting on pins and needles, making him feel bad. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Although it was nothing when everyone was a slime before, now that others have clothes to wear and he doesn't, this makes him feel uncomfortable.

　　 resisting this humiliation, he stayed in front of everyone for ten minutes, and finally couldn't help but ask: "has there been a change?"

　　 A player looked down, then turned his head: "No. Congratulations, you are still normal."

　　 "Can you stop doing the work in the underworld and do some human affairs? Is there any change in the ghost? Is there any change in the underground? Is there a boss?"

　　 Seeing that the opposite player kept shaking his head, the weak chicken man was almost desperate.

　　 Isn't this all right?

　　 I sacrificed my own morals, but still can't pass this copy?

　　 Just as the weak chicken man is thinking about the key to breaking the game, a player is rushing towards the necropolis.

　　 "Oh, it's too late to record the catalogue. Today's event can't keep up, and the q group can't be boarded. Where are those people?"

　　 bypassing a black forest, he finally saw a player appear in front of him, and immediately rushed forward excitedly: "This player, where is the big army?"

　　 The crazy little policewoman was bullying the summoned little devil alone. After hearing these words, she turned her head and her eyes lit up.

　　 The little ghost player in front of him is ugly and ordinary, but the ID on his head makes people excited.

　　 Take off your clothes!

　　 Reminiscent of the previous prophetic poems, she immediately understood what the prophetic poems really meant.

　　 She is not interested in game rewards. What she is really interested in is how to be the first to cut off the head of a brand new monster.

　　 hardly thought, she immediately made a choice based on her interests.

　　 "I know, come with me." A bright smile appeared on her face.