This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The professor who was called back by the players looked bad.

"I thought I could prove the existence of the soul, obtain funds, become the dean, and win Bai Fumei the day is just around the corner. I didn't expect it to be a failure."

"Don't worry, professor. It's easy to be the dean with your strength."

"Your words are in my heart."

"Tomorrow we will see you take off your clothes and make sure you will be the dean inside immediately."

The professor jumped one meter high and sent the player on the road.

Back next to the radio, he said to the player next to him: "Are you sure he said he was called the magical girl Xiao Tiantian?"

"Sure. It's really weird to hear a husky man calling himself a magical girl."

"What is Magical Girl Little Tiantian?" a player asked curiously.

The hypnotist who came with the old player explained: "A well-known internet book tells the struggle history of a fifteen-year-old girl who has traveled to another world in the first person. The psychological description of the girl entering the woods makes people suspect that the author is a fifteen-year-old girl who has read poetry."

"Is it that good?" the professor asked excitedly.

"Well, but some people say that the description of the girl's feelings is so thorough. It must be a pervert who knows about reading every day during school. In order to make up for his regrets, he will project all the fantasies of adolescent girls into the book in order to make up for his regrets. The 30-year-old magician, bald and wretched, hopes that the girl will step on her back in silk stockings every day."

"You're bald and wretched!"

The professor slapped the hypnotist to rebirth, and then yelled at the other wide-eyed players: "What do you think, I wrote it! Isn't it a hobby for me as a science and engineering professor?"

"Your hobbies are a bit broad, do you still have to practice it yourself in the next step?"

"Don't talk about it for nothing, now I have to analyze why this happens."

Seeing the professor who quickly entered the research state, a group of players suddenly fell into the ground.

It doesn't matter to the professor that he would embarrassedly buckle three rooms and one hall on the ground and then bury himself in social death.

This kind of spirit of Shisha dying of nothing is really worth learning.

As long as I am thick-skinned, social death can't kill me at all!

The professor stared at the radio and asked after a moment: "Do you remember what the Tentacle Witch has to do with you?"

"Sister... right? Strange, but I feel like another person. I should have four wives and twelve children. Which memory is correct?"

"Yeah, I probably understand."

Nodded, the professor got up and said: "It was generally successful, but there are some problems with the details. When transferring the soul to the other party, I was just thinking about what to update tonight, which led to the memory and the other party in some of my ideas. The soul merged, which caused confusion in the other party’s memory. This involves memory content, and it seems that my divine art is not perfect."

"so what should I do now?"

"Two ways, either re-construct the divine art, but you will definitely encounter other problems at that time. Or you can directly find the priest of the memory demon god, and then ask him to help with an additional supplementary divine art. This kind of thing is still relatively common. Yes, many divine arts with side effects need to be supplemented by other divine arts."

"Memory Demon God... Is this Demon God's sect large in scale?"

"It's a small mess. Humans don't believe in demon gods very much, and demons have no use to remember, so this product is like the **** of yellow storm books, and can be bought with a small profit. Hurry up and hold a sacrifice ceremony. I want to follow this demon god. Get in touch."

"What is the sacrifice?"

"Although the other party will gladly accept some slime tea, we have to cooperate for a long time in the future, so let's give something that can be handed out. That, Lord Brave."

"I'm here!" The avatar Lu Fan immediately fought out, "Do I need to chop off an ancient dragon as a gift for him?"

"No need, just sit there and don't move, the master painter, just draw a few pictures for the brave man."

A few minutes later, the painting by the master painter was finished.

His skills have been honed over this period of time to become even more outstanding, and the appearance of his clone Lu Fan is exactly the same as his body.

Players admire these paintings, and even the most picky old-fashioned skin can't find any problems at this time.

"Shen painter, you can start an exhibition at your level."

"Thank you, please show me some colorful ones."

"Don't make trouble, the task is important. Let's hold a sacrifice ceremony."

Calling the name of the memory demon god, the painting placed in the sacrificial circle was swept by a burst of strange fire, and it burned without a trace in an instant.

Several of these paintings fell into the hands of the **** of sacrifice, but one or two fell into the hands of the **** of memory because of the rules.

Almost instantly, the sky above the 22nd Military Region changed in color, and a petite **** appeared in the sky.

His body is covered with sticky notes of various colors, and each sticky note is densely filled with text, which makes him look like a walking white Christmas tree.

Holding Hua appeared here, he opened the sticky note that blocked his sight and compared the character in the painting with the real avatar Lu Fan, and then threw down excitedly, jumping on the shoulders of the avatar Lu Fan and shouting excitedly: "Is this for me? Is this really for me? What do you want? Do you want my deity? My God, how much do you have to give you before you are willing to give this person to me!"

"This demon **** looks a little stupid," the hypnotist whispered to the professor, "didn't he see that this is actually the demon king?"

"Have you ever seen a clever demon?"

The hypnotist pondered for a while and found that this sentence was actually the most correct thing the professor said.

If it were Lu Fan's main body, then this demon **** would have been thrown out a while ago to make up for it.

However, the avatar Lu Fan only gently held the demon **** in his arms, gently opened the note on the opponent's head, touched the opponent's hair and said, "I feel that it is better for a **** to be more dignified. If you really like me If so, I suggest that we start with pen pals first. It’s not a romantic thing to get to know each other slowly in writing and Moxiang?"

The memory demon immediately burst into tears of joy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Is it really possible? Can I really become pen pals with someone like you? How much do I have to pay to keep you from changing your mind?"

"Give me a few priests, I need their help. Do you think it's okay to have a call share of fifty words a day?"

"Even if you tell me, I will die of happiness. I will send all my priests over immediately!"

The memory demon came and left in a hurry, and in a very short time sent the ten priests who were still bathing.

Looking at the ten priests embarrassingly looking for clothes, the hypnotist whispered: "Professor, do you think the devil is now..."

"Yes, old scumbag. Forget it, scum, at least we have assistance. Rabbits, let's continue experimenting!"

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