This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Bilos was the same as before, only the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavier.

After all, a meteor fell from the sky, and the entire treasure city was in a state of extreme panic, and there was really no extra time to sleep.

"Yo, Bi Zi, you've had a very miserable time." The weak chicken man said friendly.

Bi Luosi frowned and looked at the weak chicken man, and then said to taking off his clothes: "You actually let him live until now!"

"I'm also wondering why I'm so tolerant of this guy." He took off his clothes and sighed, "I suspect that I owe this guy a lot in my last life. How is the situation?"

"Everything is normal. I was on alert for three days, but nothing happened. Let's go, I'll take you to the scene."

When I came to the scene where the meteor landed, I took off my clothes and found that it was carefully protected. With the landing point as the center, there was no one within a kilometer range.

The statue in the meteor is still there, and it is still buried in the soil with its head down, looking a bit pitiful.

After walking around the statue a few times, he took off his clothes and told passersby to pull it out.

The statue, which is nearly two meters tall, is surprisingly heavy, and a dozen sword saints worked together to pull the statue out.

Looking at the appearance of the statue, he took off his clothes and said with certainty: "Yes, it is the first generation. Did you find anything unusual about this thing?"

"No." Bilos said affirmatively, "After finding that it was not normal, we immediately organized to leave, and nothing abnormal happened."

"That's weird. It stands to reason that something abnormal should happen. Well, weak chicken man."

"What's wrong?" Rooster Man asked expectantly, "Have you finally discovered my potential talent?"

"That's right, disgusting him."

"No, what do you think of me!" The weak chicken man shouted dissatisfiedly, "I am a high-level magician, possessed by evil things, and Alan's chief disciple, you make me disgusting!"

"Well... well, let me put it another way, you can do whatever you want with this stuff."

"It's almost there."

The weak chicken man jumped contentedly to the statue of the first generation, looked at the condition of the statue, excitedly opened the live broadcast, and said to his fans: "Iron sons, do a big job today!"

"Just don't dress like a woman."

"This uplord is still alive, and I have set up a tablet for you."

"My great-grandpa was lying in the coffin well, but when I heard your live broadcast, I quickly made a seat for you."

Ignoring these wonderful greetings, the weak chicken jumped on the statue of the first generation: "Today, we got the statue of the first generation. I can't do anything else, so let's take the first generation as a side dish. First, let's A rust-removal treatment with acid obtained from the African Great Chief."

The African chiefs who came here together squeezed to the top of the statue and said shyly: "Don't hurt people. Ah, it's so cool!"

The African chief on the statue was repeatedly crushed, and the acid infiltrated from his body flowed all over the statue of the first generation, making every corner of the statue covered with thick green bodily fluids.

In the body fluid of the African chieftain full of concentrated acid, the black rust of the statue did not change at all.

"It's stubborn, come on, put on the iron pot, and I'll show everyone a statue of stewing in an iron pot!"

"Yo, it's still not good, no problem, look at my annihilation light in a hundred bursts. It's not me blowing it, now I already have the fire of the Demon King."

"Magic is useless, let's do some metaphysics. Let comrade kobold donate some blood, black dog, virgin is best."

Looking at the experiments of the weak chicken man piece by piece, the content of the experiments gradually became outrageous and developed in an increasingly inhumane direction.

Although the rust on the statue has never been removed, Bilos still feels a little sympathetic to the statue.

Finding someone watching the fun and taking off his clothes, Bilos asked in a low voice, "Is it useful?"

"It's useless. But this thing hasn't changed at all. It should be the real thing."

"I don't understand, but that weak chicken man still has something special, and he is not discouraged after failing so many times."

"That guy is cool. If you don't believe me, see."

The weak chicken man, who had just finished the detonation experiment, excitedly shouted in the live broadcast room: "Who else, who has a more outrageous idea! Thanks to the rocket for the reward, let's try it in a cesspool according to the method of the eldest brother. It's hard to drag over, but easy to ship, Bilos, how much does it cost to buy your septic tank?"

"Talent." Bilos said blankly, "The elder of the Sword Saint Society, let's go and rest."

"Mo Fang, I'll learn it." The elders of the Sword Saint Association glared, "We're going to learn these methods, and we'll use them when we meet the royal family."

Bi Luosi couldn't help but turn his back, rose high, and shouted: "Why is the swordsman like this!"

That night, the entire construction site was brightly lit, and countless methods appeared one by one, which were used mercilessly on the statues.

The next morning, when Bilos came to the construction site yawning, everyone was looking at the center with a smile on their faces.

"Is there a result?" Bilos asked, cheering up.

"No, the weak chicken man is dead."

"Then what are you laughing at!"

"Aren't you laughing too?"

Bilos squeezed the corners of his mouth to make himself smile not too exaggerated.

Walking forward, he saw that the body of the weak chicken man was still in place, and did not disappear as usual.

Taking off his clothes, he is simultaneously forwarding the news of the weak chicken man: "Why can't I log in, there are several ghosts without a body!"

"Take off your clothes, stop laughing! I'm still quibbling, I saw the video you posted in the group!"

"Contact customer service to find a way! What's the point of being plain! Uncle Cai Mao, stop laughing, it's plain, don't laugh, too, if you watch the Spring Festival Gala during the New Year, the director won't be smiling!"

"Who will help me! Who will help me this poor slime!"

After taking off his clothes and laughing enough, he began to collect clues.

The weak chicken man could not be resurrected because his replica dish suddenly stopped working, and all the information of the weak chicken man stored in it disappeared ~www.readwn.com~, which made it impossible to copy the weak chicken man's body.

The replica vessel itself is protected by the nameless god, and it can directly break through the protection of the nameless god, and there should also be the participation of gods in the middle.

Contacting the professor, he took off his clothes and asked directly, "Is it the work of the illusory devil?"

"impossible."

"Why?"

"The Demon King has just cut down the False Demon God. He will not do such a thing. Wait, there is another possibility. Well, the probability of this situation is not very high, but in this case it is the only solution."

"Please say."

"Although he was killed, his backhand is still there, so he can be resurrected quickly through his backhand. Combined with your previous experience in Grolin, I think you should be able to infer the truth."

He took off his clothes, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then sighed faintly.

Facing Bilos, he asked seriously, "Biroth, are you willing to die for your sister Camilla?"