This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Wolong, you are a bit mean." On the way back, the boss Dulan said to Wolong on his shoulder, "After getting the sect, he will find the city lord, and deliberately visit the other party at this point in time, and then meet the other party. This is all you have beforehand. Is it arranged?"

"This is the case. I tell you, I have watched "Let the Bullets Fly" more than ten times, so I can ask you a very clear question. Do you know what the residents of this city have in their eyes?"

"Eye shit?"

"I like your answer, but I still have to say, angry."

They were passing through a long and narrow slum. Dilapidated and low buildings were everywhere. When they looked up, they could see the magnificent temple in the center of the city of hot springs.

The poor are groaning and waiting to die here, seeing the passing Duran boss or showing a vigilant gaze, guarding their few belongings; or begging to surround themselves, hoping to get a little food.

A corpse was placed on the right side of the road. His clothes had been stripped, exposing the wound on his chest that was hit by a heavy object.

Her wife, a numb woman, was wrapped in her husband's clothes and sat next to her husband's corpse, feeding the child soup.

And their youngest son still couldn't understand his father's death, and was greedily drinking the soup delivered from his mother.

The stench seems to have become part of the air here, feces and garbage are mixed together, and some poor people carelessly look for food in the garbage dump, completely ignoring the filth.

"It's normal, what's the matter?" Duran's boss asked suspiciously.

"Then look there again."

Boss Dulan's gaze followed the direction Wolong pointed.

He looked through the twisted alleys and saw the wealthy district not far away.

Although there is only one street away, the people there are polite and well-dressed. The women in formal dresses walked by with a porcelain doll-like little girl holding a bag full of bread, and the little girl teased with slices of bread. A bird trailing from behind.

Elderly people rest comfortably on the benches, and they even have forty-year-old physiques properly maintained.

From the outside, they are more decent and more personal.

This is the scenery that the boss of Duran who walked out of the slum has long been used to, and it is also his ideological seal. He has long been accustomed to the existence of this kind of hierarchical disparity, so that he has never noticed it.

But after being worn by Wolong, he suddenly thought how strange.

Why do the poor need to work 18 hours a day to get a good deal, while those rich people can live and eat without worry?

The same is true for his team of adventurers. Although it looks quite glamorous, only he knows the hardship.

Preparing for each mission requires money, the collection of intelligence requires money, the failure of the mission requires compensation, and the team casualties need to point out additional compensation.

He got up from the bottom, so he was very clear about the hard work. He didn't feel anything wrong before, but if he thinks about it now, he feels that it is full of problems.

"Mr. Wolong." The boss of Dulan couldn't help using honorifics, "Why is this?"

"I don't know." Wolong shrugged, "I can only tell you that there is a problem here, but where is the root of the problem, you can only look for it yourself. I can't help. After all, I'm just idle and fine. It’s nothing more than a teenager in Secondary Two. Going back to the previous problem, although I don’t know how the problem arises, I do know a simple and effective way to deal with the problem."

"What is it?"

"Just solve the root cause of the problem! The priests of the **** of health have occupied this place for too long, and their existence has created an irreparable class divide here. People are already angry. They only need a flame. You can completely ignite this place! At that time, whether you are the **** of health or the **** of great health care, you will all die to the Lord! This is the price to provoke the slime! Jie Jie Jie!"

Looking at Wolong who was already laughing evilly, the boss of Duran was very thankful that he was on the side of the slime.

But thinking about it, he felt that this **** of health was very miserable. He had done an unnecessary check on the slime, but it turned out to be like this.

"Then what should we do next? With all due respect, the sect of the gods of health has probably noticed us, and they should already be planning actions against us. If confronted head-on, our strength is still very weak."

"An La An La, I was prepared long ago, Feng Chi may have already started to act, we just go back directly."

After the boss of Dulan went back, he knew what Wolong's preparations were.

Their hospital is closed.

Amidst the pleadings of a group of patients, his subordinates silently took down the hospital sign, nailed the door with a wooden board, and took away everything inside, without saying a word.

Boss Dulan looked at Wolong in surprise, but the other side nodded affirmatively.

Yes, this is the plan.

Back to the temporary hotel, Dulan boss wanted to speak a few times, but for the sake of his own face, he held it back several times.

Seeing this guy's entanglement, the magician reluctantly put down the magic book he just purchased, and said to Wolong who was humming happily: "Mr. Wolong, don't you explain your plan?"

"It's very simple. The panacea has now become a mere demand. Sudden cessation of supply will put the entire market in a state of short supply. And the effect of the panacea is even comparable to the top divine art of the **** of health. In order for some people to get this thing, it is bound to Various illegal methods will be adopted. Among them, there will be various high profits. Merchants, adventurers, and smugglers will chase this thing madly, even if it is blasphemous."

"And the spread of this kind of thing will also damage the reputation of the **** of health. At present, the sect only sees its impact on benefits. It does not see that when a person can restore health without resorting to the power of the **** of health, it will What a blow to the reputation of the **** of health. UU reading www.uukanshu.com when they reacted, everything was too late."

"After that, we will use the profits we get for charity work and let them know that we are being persecuted by the sect of the God of Health. Only by eliminating the God of Health can they get more benefits."

"In this way, the poor, the sick, the capitalists, and the adventurers are all on our side. What will your **** of health use to fight us! Selling medicine in front of the **** of health is a trick, and breaking the foundation of his faith is a draw from the bottom. To kill him directly with Yang Mou is to kill people and punish the heart. When I think about it, I can’t help laughing out loud.”

Feng Chu also leaned forward: "Brother Wolong, a smile alone is not as good as everyone laughs. Let's laugh together."

"Inactivate, inactivate~"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie~"

The laughter of the two evil slimes resonated in the room, making a group of people feel their evil deeply.

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