This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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Peter, whose head moved, sat up slowly.

He touched the red line on his neck, wherever his fingertips passed, he could still feel the piercing chill.

"What a great guy, the recent young people are terrible." Peter said sincerely.

"You should be more terrifying." A corpse collector said grimly, "The guy who was abandoned by the death demon is a kind of extravagant hope for death. I am really curious about what you did before, why not even the death demon Take you?"

"I want to know too, but I forgot. I can only remember a clown grinning and pinching my neck, and then I can't remember anything. Forget it, this time it's the same as before, let's kill that guy."

Standing up, Peter moved his neck, then pulled out a small piece of pure gold from the hole in his ear and flicked it to the corpse collector on the side.

"Give me their information."

The corpse collector stretched out a hand full of sores to catch the gold in the sky: "Coffin Bar, they want to eat something good."

"Thanks."

Wrapped in his cloak, Peter walked slowly towards the bar.

In the gloomy coffin bar, the two slimes are getting together to eat.

The things found before have been exchanged for currency by Lu Fan and the others. There is not much money, at most they can have a good meal or two.

Satan leaf, who is in charge of money, gnawed on unknown animal meat, and asked vaguely: "What should I do next? There is too little money and no place to live at night?"

"Take the sky as the bed and the ground as the bed. What's wrong?" The weak chicken man drank the vegetable juice, his expression indifferent.

"Don't talk about your vehicle, swordsman, what's your opinion?"

"Go and get a big ticket?" The swordsman was a little excited.

"Don't do it like this?" Lu Fan bit his bones dissatisfied, "You are the handle of the Demon King Knights at any rate. Isn't it a bit out of character to do this?"

"Forcing the grid can't be eaten. Wait, don't eat it. Forget it, let's eat it."

Satan Ye looked at the inexplicable swordsman: "What's the matter?"

"Poisoned."

"Is it serious?"

"I do not mind."

After eating up the poisoned food, the swordsman stood up, and then stabbed a man behind him with a sword.

Withdrawing the long sword, he kicked it on the chair again, and the chair that Fei shot hit another man who wanted to act. Then he was bullied by the swordsman and cut off his head.

Carrying the **** sword, the swordsman walked into the kitchen again, and a series of smashing noises rang out after a while.

When everything calmed down, the unscathed swordsman came out, nibbling on a piece of apple pie and said, "It's a pity, I like the apple pie here."

The bar that was still noisy just now was empty. The treasure hunters here were already very familiar with things like vendettas. When they found something wrong, they began to run away, and by the way, they ran away with the money for food and wine.

The swordsman who sat down just wanted to say something, but immediately turned his head and looked at the door in confusion.

There, Peter appeared with a smile and showed his weapon.

"Sword Saint Peter, challenge you."

"You're not dead? Forget it, Juggernaut Swordsman, accept your challenge."

Kicked open a table, the swordsman left enough space for himself, and then began to face each other formally.

This time, the swordsman felt something was wrong.

The other party seems to be a lot younger.

The old Peter before seemed to be a dying old man, but now many of the white hair on Peter’s head has turned black, and the wrinkles on his face have been smoothed out by some invisible force. At a glance, it only looks like fifty. It's just in his early years.

Not only that, but the opponent's swordsmanship is also sharper.

In the first confrontation, the swordsman felt the changes in the opponent's swordsmanship, and each piece had a gloomy and damp feeling. It shouldn't be the swordsmanship that the swordsmen of the human world can master, but more like the swordsmanship that the dead can use. .

"Your swordsmanship is weird."

Every time the two long swords collided, the swordsman could feel a cold air entangled on his blade. The heavy cold air made his swordsmanship slow and heavier.

"The swordsmanship of the dead, a very mean swordsmanship." Peter said with a smile.

The previous Peter couldn't even make a single move, but now he can dismantle the swordsman's more than a dozen killer moves in a row, and even vaguely begins to suppress the swordsman.

"interesting."

Flicking off Peter's sword, the swordsman quickly activated his own restraint, slashing the cold air in his body.

After the sword, the icy cold air quickly turned into warm sunlight, and the sudden warmth made his sword instantly accelerate and burst into bright light.

With the next sword, his long sword cut directly across Peter's waist and cut into two pieces together with the opponent's weapon.

"It's over, let's go."

Satan leaves dry the last bite of rice: "Wait a moment, drag it out first and destroy the corpse. I think this guy is a little weird."

Dragging Peter's body out, Satan Ye drew out his own conscience sword, and directly exploded Peter's body into fireworks.

Looking at his achievements with satisfaction, Satan Yee nodded and said: "Let's go, continue to find ways to make money."

But the swordsman did not move ~www.readwn.com~ He stared at the corpse in front of him that was blown to pieces, and with a solemn expression he drew out his long sword.

Peter's body, which was blown to pieces, began to condense, and every thread of meat and every drop of blood was like a well-trained soldier, gathering towards the prescribed place.

In just a few seconds, Peter, intact, reappeared in the pit created by the explosion, and even the clothes on his body were restored to their previous appearance.

"It hurts a bit." Peter opened his clothes and observed the blood line emerging from his waist.

That blood line was the last wound that began to heal. The granulation shoots from the upper and lower sides began to be closely connected, and finally his body was completely fixed.

After he recovered, he smiled at the swordsman, then jumped and ran up the roof next to him, like a huge flea, quickly disappearing into the distance.

"It's getting stronger again, what's the matter with him?" The swordsman asked suspiciously.

"I don't die, and then every death will become stronger? Did the other party sign any special restrictions?" Satan Ye frowned and analyzed, "The other party is not like a nameless person. It is impossible to be a small person with this special ability. But why didn't he get killed more times, so that he should become stronger?"

"I don't know. But I feel we are in trouble." Lu Fan sighed, "Why do we always encounter these troubles with you."

"Should you not reflect on yourself as a troublemaker? Besides, have we been out together before?"

"Then do it later."

"I don't understand it even more!"

After several jumps, Peter finally came to the headquarters of the Treasure Hunters Association in True Blood City.

When he finally appeared in front of Blackstone, the opponent's face was full of shock, and it took a long time before he bowed and said: "You're back, Lord President."

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