This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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In the hotel room, a group of people gathered together, staring at the weak chicken man earnestly.

After a long silence, Satan leaves touched the weak chicken man’s head and said: "Chicken, I have always believed in you. You must help us this time. Although we have not known each other for a long time, I always think of you. Much like a friend of mine, I want to beat you every time I see you."

"A person like you actually has friends! Don't be a consultant with your mouth. You have a solid foundation in mockery when you are a soldier."

"I feel the same way." The swordsman scratched the weak chicken man's chin and said, "It was okay when you were abnormal before, but when you are normal, I always want to kill you."

"Have you enough! By the way, I obviously didn’t team up with Undress and 3l, why do these two items give me the same feeling! And you, nothing extraordinary, you say something to me, everyone They are all players, so you can bear to see me being output by two NPCs."

"I think they are right." Lu Fan nodded in agreement.

"Kouhu, today I will sacrifice the three of you to the heavens! Why did you pull me here in the first place!"

"It's easy to deceive, easy to use, easy to discard, referred to as "Three Good Students"."

"Asshole! No matter what you say, I won't help you today."

Looking at the weak chicken man who was starting to get angry like a five-year-old kid, Lu Fan knew that he had a big move.

Calling up the system broadcast, Lu Fan made a broadcast that only the weak chicken man could hear.

"Congratulations to the player, Weak Chicken Man for successfully triggering the hidden mission, and assisting Satan Ye and the swordsman to kill the Painful Clown will receive mysterious rewards."

"How mysterious is it?" the weak chicken man asked expectantly.

"Please check the details after completion."

The weak chicken man became excited instantly.

This kind of mystery is too seductive.

What else can excite the player more than hidden missions?

If one is not enough, then another one.

Jumping up happily, the weak chicken man hurriedly shouted to the others: "Go, the painful clown's head is still waiting for us to pick it! Don't stop, this is a hidden mission."

Looking at the weak chicken man with an attitude of 540 degrees, Satan Ye whispered to Lu Fan, "What did you do?"

"Little incentives, let's go."

Passing around the corpse at the door, a group of people were preparing to go out with their packed luggage, only to find that it was quiet and scary outside.

The sound of drinking in the bar below the hotel disappeared, replaced by a cold silence.

Back to the room, the swordsman lay down, listening to the floor with his ears for a while, and then gave Satan Ye a look: (Eleven people).

(How strong is it?)

(It's not easy to deal with.)

(Which is not easy to deal with?)

(It’s okay to slaughter, but it’s troublesome to stay alive.)

Shrugging, Satan Ye looked at Lu Fan and said, "You can command. I am good at analysis. Squad command is not my strong point. At this time, I need an experienced talent."

"Why isn't it me?" the weak chicken man asked suspiciously, "should this matter be left to a senior invincible player like me?"

Lu Fan: "...Okay, I'll do it. First of all, make the preparations first. How many conscience swords have you brought?"

"I don't use that thing." The swordsman said proudly.

"I don't use that thing either." The weak chicken man shook his head.

"Neither do I, what about the Satan Leaf?"

Satan Ye lowered his head and counted his inventory: "Three hundred and seventy-five."

Perceiving the startled gazes of others, he reluctantly said: "As a beautiful boy without the power to bind a chicken, is it wrong to bring more weapons for self-defense?"

"Your face and your prudence are the same as the city wall. Okay, the plan is simple, we only need to make a little arrangement. Weak chicken man, give me your resurrection vessel. Satan leaves, divide your conscience sword in half. To the weak chicken man."

After the arrangement last night, Lu Fan asked the weak chicken man to stand on the windowsill and pointed to the moon above his head and said: "Seeing that the moon is not there, stare at him, and then start singing."

"Why do you want to sing?"

"Just sing. Swordsman, have you played table tennis, do you know how to beat it?"

The swordsman understood in seconds.

When the weak chicken man started to sing inexplicably, the swordsman had already jumped behind the weak chicken man, and then used his longsword hilt as a racket. With enough strength, he turned on the psionic energy and directly took the weak chicken man out. .

The weak chicken man who flew into the air didn't understand what was going on, so a conscience sword flew over and exploded beside him, bursting out a lot of sparks and black smoke.

"Nothing unusual! Banana you Bara!"

The sudden explosion attracted the attention of the downstairs, and six of the eleven ambushers rushed out immediately and saw the weak chicken man ejecting from the air.

"The talking slime is the object of the president's attention. The target may have found us and will catch up."

These eleven people were very cautious. They did not send everyone out, but divided them into six people to track down the weak chicken man. The remaining five took up weapons and slowly approached the room where Lu Fan and the others were.

When they approached the room, another explosion occurred. The door of the hotel was blown up, and the floor was blown apart. The three shadows swayed in front of them and escaped from the broken floor to the bottom.

Before they could react, the five immediately jumped out of the hollow on the floor and chased them down.

When they fell into the basement, a voice rang in their ears: "Ambush, prepare for a sneak attack!"

"Attack us?" The lead attacker laughed.

Unfolding his psychic energy, his five senses instantly became extremely keen, and shrouded everything around him within the scope of his own perception.

Under his perception, he saw several unscrupulous swords falling around. This weapon from the city of hot springs made him very impressed.

"Be careful, the other party has set a trap, we will find them slowly. Be careful, UU reading www.uukanshu.com time is on our side."

When they were fully focused on the basement, Satan Yee and the swordsman led Lu Fan out of their room and walked to the first floor unhurriedly.

Leaving an IOU on the empty bar counter, they put on their cloaks, then walked out of the hotel and ran all the way to the city gate.

Under the curtain of night, there were only a few guards at the gate of True Blood City.

Seeing the two people coming by Mercedes-Benz, a guard hurriedly pushed his sleeping companion to wake up, and then shouted with a spear in his hand: "You can't leave the city at night."

"Sorry."

The swordsman's long sword swept away, and a lot of dust was lifted up, blocking their shadows.

When the swordsman appeared again, he had come behind the guard, the sword light of the long sword in his hand flashed, and instantly knocked the guard to the ground.

When he opened the gate of the city, he said to the panting Satan Ye: "You are too weak. Remember to strengthen your strength next time."

"I still consider becoming a demon. Exercise is really not my strong point." Satan Ye said, panting, "Finally escaped. What about the weak chicken man?"

"No problem, it can be resurrected anyway." Lu Fan said indifferently, "Okay, I'm ready to go to the South."

Suddenly, the swordsman's face changed.

He rushed up quickly, kicked the Satan leaf away, and then let out a muffled snort.

On his back, seven sword lights penetrated his leather armor.

Even with psychic protection, it still left a deep bone wound on his shoulder, making his right arm temporarily unusable.

Lifting his head, he saw a man wearing a black cloak and a dark gray lenient hat standing above the city wall, holding a lyre, quietly bathing in the moonlight.

"I found you, little mice." Cui En said with a smile.

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