This Group of Players Are All Slimes

At this time, Christine completely regarded Lucifer as a large doll, and rubbed it in his arms.

"Lucifer, although you looked a little embarrassed when you ran away, you are really super cute now." Christine said against Lucifer's face.

"Please, let me go." Lucifer said with tears in her eyes.

"Do humans use these words to express joy?"

"Apologize to humans, no, to all intelligent creatures, bastard!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Lu Fan forcibly pulled Christine away, "How did you find us?"

"I went to Demon King City, and the butler there told me that you were traveling. I didn't know where to find you, so I was going to the nearby castle to find the Adventurer's Guild. I didn't expect that they had already found you in advance. By the way, I How much do I need to pay?"

"You have money?" Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Rolin gave me travel expenses, but he said that the church is tight now, so let me save some flowers. He gave me three silver coins, and now I have fifteen silver coins left."

"Can this silver coin reproduce itself?"

"Someone always gave me money on the way, and thoughtfully took care of my meals, and said that there was no one in his house. But after a few minutes, he forgot about my existence and even the money. The same person can give three. Four times, that’s how I got the money."

"...Act with us, or you will sell yourself one day and count the money to others. Lucifer, don't talk, your opinion is not important."

Fifteen silver coins are a bit subtle. Now that prices are soaring, a luxurious meal will probably consume 30 silver coins, but it can last a week even with four people.

When Lu Fan was planning the next trip, a group of people had surrounded the Adventurer's Guild.

The lead adventurer stared at the spy on the side and said, "Is it confirmed? Did the woman with the tearful mole go in?"

"...Well, I'm not sure. That woman is weird, I will forget her existence when I look at it, maybe I went in."

"Make sure!"

"Can't be sure."

"Forget it, old friend, it's up to you."

A magician wrapped in a black robe stretched out his dry hand and quietly stroked his servant.

This famer is only the size of a kitten, looks like a flying eyeball, and has a pair of slightly funny meat wings on the back.

It is a beholder.

This demon from **** is very cunning and can hardly be captured as an adult, but the magician obtained a cub of the beholder by chance and cultivated it to its current size little by little.

Signing a contract with the devil allows the human magician to share the huge magic power of the devil and obtain some of the other's attribute blessings. Therefore, training a servitor is also a compulsory course for many human magicians.

Stroking the beholder, the elderly magician dived quietly, interfered with the law, and began to probe the situation in the room.

"There are a total of five people, three men and two women. One woman does have a mole on the corner of her eye, which should be the target. The other man is very weak and should be a staff member. Another man is stronger, but you have 23 people. , There should be no problem. The other woman is weaker, and the last man..."

The magician was stunned.

His body began to tremble.

The other party's existence is so terrifying, even just a glance will blind him. This terrifying existence is like the gods in the sky, and it shouldn't be here at all.

The fear from the depths of the soul made him want to escape, but when he saw the other person, the other person also saw himself.

The trembling magician couldn't say a word at all, and his anomaly was also seen by the adventurer leader on the side.

"What did you see?" he asked nervously.

"Run, no, no need, we are dead. Kneel down, kneel down, that adult is not something we can touch, kneel down!"

Kneeling on the ground first, cold sweat fell from his cloak, but he still bowed his head firmly and didn't dare to lift it up.

This panic infected other adventurers. The usually high magicians never showed such an expression, making them kneel on the ground involuntarily.

I don't know how long it took before the magician raised his head and said with joy, "He's gone."

"Who is that?" the adventurer leader asked quickly.

"I don't know, but there is no need anymore, he is gone."

After taking a long breath, the magician wiped off the cold sweat from his head, feeling that his lifespan had been shortened by another ten years.

Returning the reward given by the leader of the adventurer to the other party, he calmly said: "Return the money to you, I don't want to die. And as an old friend for many years, I also recommend that you don't wade in this muddy water."

The head of the adventurer held the money bag, then shook his head, and threw the money back: "Accept it, it's life-saving money. But I still do this commission, whoever agrees and who opposes it."

"Boss Duran, we listen to you." An adventurer called out immediately.

"Very good." The boss of Duran nodded to the magician, "I'm sorry, thank you for your reminder, but it is not my style to give up the commission. Besides, I still have the hole cards."

"Are you going to shoot yourself?"

"Yes."

Lifting his cloak, Duran's boss took out his hole cards.

It was a golden matchlock gun. There were no lead bullets and gunpowder in the gun, but it could be triggered every time miraculously.

[Doom Matchlock Gun]!

It used to be an artifact of the God of Luck, but after the opponent's fall, this artifact was left out until it was accidentally obtained by the boss of Duran.

If you shoot it at a living thing, the opponent will have a high probability of being shrouded in bad luck, but there is also a probability of becoming extremely lucky.

If you shoot at the same target multiple times, the effects will be superimposed, but the probability of becoming lucky will become smaller and smaller, and as long as one shot is bad luck, then the previous lucky effects will all be invalid.

The former owner of this gun died at the poker table.

After winning a hundred in a row, he triumphantly shot himself in the head, and his face changed drastically.

As he hurriedly fled the casino, a cannonball just fell from the ceiling, smashing the hapless guy directly into meat sauce.

After getting this gun, Duran's boss pulled the trigger twice on himself.

Once caught for a crime, in the cell, he shot himself with the attitude of trying.

The next day, when he was supposed to be hanged, the rope above his head broke inexplicably, and three times in a row.

Even the hemp rope just bought would break in an instant, which made the city lord at that time have to choose to release it on the spot.

The second time, it was because of the magician.

When this old friend was about to be dragged to **** because he failed to summon the devil, it was the boss of Duran who shot himself decisively, and then went to **** instead of the magician, and then returned intact and brought back an eye to the magician. Demon cub.

Because of this relationship, they have formed an unbreakable friendship that remains to this day.

And now, the boss of Duran is ready to fire the third shot.

He bit the muzzle, the hand holding the trigger was shaking slightly, but he still pulled the trigger resolutely.

The gunfire sounded, and the people on the side looked nervously at Duran's boss, looking forward to the final outcome.

The boss of Duran quietly felt it~www.readwn.com~ and then took out twelve dice from his pocket and threw them out.

The dice fell to the ground like hail, flying around on the ground.

After the dice came to a standstill, the surrounding adventurers exclaimed.

The boss of Duran just throws it casually, and these dice are gathered together in the process of continuous jumping, and finally the tidy yards become a line.

The miraculous sight showed that Captain Duran had succeeded.

"Is it all right?" an adventurer asked admiringly.

"No, it should not be enough." Captain Duran shook his head. "If the other party really does what the old friend said, then this is not enough."

Biting the muzzle, he shot himself again.

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