This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The next day, the soldiers in the entire barracks saw a group of weird guys.

Wearing simple robes, they look like a group of priests from a distance, but they look like they are finely clothed from a closer look.

One by one, their noses and faces were swollen, and they were muttering words, and each sentence was taken from the creed of Roland's church.

Every time they met someone, they would grab the other person and start to promote the greatness of Roland Church. Even if the other person was impatient and beat them up, it would not change their behavior.

They even built a small church on the front line with almost nothing. When asked, they would answer in a unified way: "Master Luo Lin influenced us, and we built the church from the heart."

However, the effect of this behavior is very poor.

After a day of publicity, very few people were willing to join the Rolling Church starting from a trainee priest. After all, those exiled here were all criminals who were extremely sinful, and it was too difficult to hope that they would be converted with a few words.

"Strange, why are these people so inefficient?" In the evening, Luo Lin scratched his scalp looking at today's results report, "Shen painter, why do you think it is?"

"Don't make a noise, today's scene inspired me, I am going to draw a picture of **** to show what I have seen here."

"You guy who ran out of **** said this is hell, who are you insulting?"

"After all, don't make any noise, don't you understand people's words, scumbag!"

After Luo Lin was exiled here, the **** painter also followed.

After all, he is not stupid. Demon King Lu Fan is still angry. Now he will be hung up as an innocent person when he goes back. It's better to find a reason to stay outside.

Just as Luo Lin was about to be exiled, he ran to the south with Luo Lin as a spare food, continued to get inspiration in the game and enriched his drawing skills.

Looking at the slime who was not getting in, Luo Lin had to mingle with the others, and kindly condoned the other party's situation (using fists), caring about their living conditions (using fists), and solved them. Physical needs (using fists).

As for the effect... Anyway, a few constipation means that the intestines are unblocked a lot,

After making a circle, Luo Lin, who was refreshed and refreshed, returned to his chapel, and was surprised to find that the **** painter was surrounded by people.

They were holding the drafts of the master painter, crying bitterly, and shouting loudly: "I am guilty, why should I be here!"

"What did you do?" Luo Lin asked curiously.

"How do I know?" The **** painter said dissatisfied, "Let them go, disturb me to practice."

Luo Lin suspiciously snatched the manuscript from one person, and then took a breath.

He had seen the manuscripts of the master painter before, but he didn't like it very much.

The eyes of the characters are too big, the creative techniques are too thin, the colors are not realistic and too gorgeous, and the characters' movements are not problematic at first glance, but they are full of flaws when they look closely.

But today’s **** painters seem to have evolved several steps without knowing it. The sketches drawn in just fifteen minutes show the situation here, but simple brushstrokes have brought out a picture of hell. .

The corpse with all the good meat on the body, the local residents sitting on the side of the road waiting to die, the warrior who chose to kill themselves in order to avoid becoming a zombie, the wild dog surrounded by a dying soldier...

The scenes that I am used to seeing are sublimated on an artistic level through the processing of the master painter, forcing these numb soldiers to notice what kind of environment they live in, thus showing the real hell.

"It's amazing, God Painter, you now have the strength of a master level. Just looking at these few sketches, you can know that 10,000% of you will become an incredible figure in the future."

"You are too much nonsense, don't bother me to practice."

"Understand, you continue to paint."

Luo Lin quietly looked at the master painter, and suddenly discovered something.

At this time, the engrossed master painter is in a state of explosion of inspiration. He almost subconsciously turns everything around him into a source of inspiration, and uses his own brushwork to sublimate and improve.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Lin took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles, and then stood in front of the master painter.

"What disgusting thing are you showing me!"

Although he shouted in dissatisfaction, the painter's pen did not stop.

At this time, the consciousness of the **** painter and his own hand seemed to be two parts, and some feedback was still possible in consciousness, but the hand he mimicked was no longer at his disposal.

More than a dozen mimicking arms make the master painter look like an octopus, quickly drawing everything that can be observed around him on his drawing paper.

After seeing Luolin's muscles, dozens of sketches of Luolin's muscles have been drawn, and each one can make people feel the impact brought by Luolin's explosive muscles.

A pure, male hormone shock.

But the face is a bit strange, what the **** is the title muscle golden wheel next to it?

Looking at the things drawn by the master painter, Luo Lin nodded.

That's right, the psychic weapon of the master painter has awakened.

Different people have different psionic weapons, and each person has different things when he is awakened.

Although I don't know what the psionic weapon finally obtained by the **** painter, Luo Lin feels that this thing can be used.

On the second day, every apprentice priest who had been probated by Luo Lin received a new item.

A sketch of a muscle golden wheel.

After seeing these sketches, every apprentice priest felt the blood swelling, and a primitive call sounded in their hearts, giving them the urge to take off their clothes and do a few push-ups in place.

"Tell them that now they are apprentice priests and I allow them to touch them."

After speaking, Luo Lin trembling his chest muscles recklessly and rhythmically.

This group of apprentice priests originally wanted to say who wanted to touch that disgusting thing, but after seeing the thick pectoral muscles that looked like a city wall, UU read www. uukanshu.com they couldn't help but swallowed their saliva and nodded uncontrollably.

On that day, the number of people willing to join Roland Church hit a new high.

At night, a group of people gathered around Luo Lin's tent, watching the pectoral muscles jump in front of their eyes eagerly.

"Golden wheel, my golden wheel!"

"I want to be full of golden wheels!"

"No way, I really can't do it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, let me touch it! I am willing to join Roland Church!"

"What the **** is this!" The master painter who was on the sidelines while painting yelled feebly, "Why can't I control my hands."

"God painter, continue painting, don't stop! I already know what your psionic weapon is! That is concept intrusion! When the artwork you create brings a strong psychological impact to the other party, you can forcibly add some concepts In the other's consciousness, my muscles are the best evidence! Come on, continue painting!"

"Don't let me draw such disgusting things, how can I stop! Help, I want to go home!"