This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Seeing the old man who turned into an eight-armed Shura, Lu Fan put down the book written by the eight-legged octopus, then looked at Cai Mao and said, "You guys have done it!"

"It's my own choice." The old man said angrily.

Cai Mao was also helpless.

He just injected the cells of the monster's lair into the old man, and the evolutionary direction after that is the old man's own choice.

He didn't know that the old man would make himself like this.

Such cells can divide within the body and evolve as the owner wishes, eventually producing the form that best suits them.

According to Cai Mao's previous analysis, the opponent will at most become taller and stronger. Who would have thought that he would grow so many arms.

In terms of form, the old man's current appearance is very similar to the form after demonization, but he could not be demonized during the great fusion period, which is entirely the result of his own selective evolution.

Seeing the old man's appearance, Lu Fan had other ideas.

If the old man formed this appearance through his own evolution, does it mean that the devil form is the end of evolution?

How many gods were intervening in the human world's hostility to the fallen before?

So, to demonize all human beings, is this also a way to rebel against the gods?

However, Lu Fan did not think too deeply in this direction.

His plan has been made, undressed and they are helping to move forward according to the established goal, as long as they finally implement it.

It would be a very long road, and a very boring road.

But for that road, too many people have sacrificed, and he is both the maker of the plan and the implementer of the plan.

Reversing his thoughts, Lu Fan looked at Cai Mao and asked, "How is your skill teaching?"

"It's been taught." Cai Mao proudly gave an ugly and cute thumbs up, "But I have to remind that the price of a punch is a bit high, when you use this move, you will know the price you are about to pay. Don't use it when it's too expensive."

"Don't worry, I understand." The old man whispered, "Continue to play tricks with me, I think I can improve further."

Blank looked at all this, feeling a little incomprehensible.

"Is it worth doing this for my daughter?" he asked suspiciously.

"You're insulting me by asking this question."

Blank was even more confused.

He had never seen his biological parents, and could not understand the feeling that parents could die for their children.

He could only see that the old man had exchanged for incomparably powerful strength by self-abuse, and even opened his chest and put the squirming foreign object in, but his face hardly changed.

Every counter-attack is a destruction to the body, and the almost shattered body is reshaped in a very short period of time, and the pain in it is unbearable even for the bystander.

For no reason, Blank developed a tinge of envy for the Arthur he had never met.

When he realized it, he found that he no longer watched TV with Lu Fan, but sat next to the practice field of the old man and Cai Mao, watching the old man's practice every day.

"So, what do you come to see every day?" Lu Fan, who noticed something was wrong with Blank, jumped to Blank and asked.

"I do not know either."

He didn't know why he kept coming to watch.

See the **** appearance of the old man?

Watching him unyieldingly reorganize under the care of the monster's lair, and then continue to be smashed into debris by Cai Mao's punch?

Or, looking at a father?

After listening to Blank's doubts, Lu Fan pondered for a while, and said firmly, "You're missing a father."

"So it is!" Blank suddenly realized.

"Okay, we can be considered a bit of a relationship. When I go back, I will issue a hidden mission to my subordinates, let them start with the God of Perfection, and they should be able to find your father."

"It's okay, isn't there a ready-made one over there?"

Blank rushed forward excitedly and said to the old man who had just completed the reorganization: "I'm sorry, I have a request, can you be my father?"

The old man glanced at Blank in confusion, then pushed the boy away and continued to stand in front of Cai Mao.

Blank scratched his chin and returned to Lu Fan: "strange, he doesn't seem to be very happy. He died of his daughter, but he can get a son, isn't it a good thing?"

"There are so many fathers in the world, you want me to go out and find ten or eight for you."

"But he's the most perfect," Blank said brightly.

"...God of perfection chose you to throw a cannonball on the toilet, the evil one is heaven."

Although the old man clearly expressed his refusal, Blank did not give up.

He began to follow the old man twenty-four hours a day. Even when he was sleeping, he shamelessly went to lay the floor, and even when the other person took a bath, he would follow him in to help rub his back.

Lu Fan thought that the other party was just on a whim, but for the next few days, Blank followed the old man, even if the old man didn't respond at all.

While nibbling on the jerky, Lu Fan watched Blank prepare clothes for the old man with a smile, and said with emotion, "This child really lacks fatherly love."

"I can probably understand it," said Cai Mao, who was waiting for the old man to practice, "I don't have a father either, so I can understand his feelings. What is missing will form a void in childhood, and this void will keep asking for what is missing, but in the end It cannot be completely filled in its entire life.”

Cai Mao paused, looked at the old man and said, "But this is also good for him. He is now thinking of revenge, but what should he do after the revenge is over? With Blank, he may survive for one more. reason."

"Uncle, you are very artistic."

"I wrote a few crooked poems that made you laugh."

"Aren't you a veterinarian?"

"Veterinarians are not allowed to write poetry! Which criminal law stipulates that!"

Lu Fan took a bite of the jerky and suddenly thought of something.

"Cai Mao, didn't you say before that the new hot spring city was attacked, how is the situation?"

Mentioning this matter, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Cai Mao's expression was also a little gloomy.

"It's very bad. The professor and took off their clothes and rushed back to the new hot spring city, but there is no good solution yet. It doesn't matter to a few players present, just die once. But the others are a little troublesome. At present, the total Three hundred and eleven people received rebirth surgery, their bodies were replaced with dolls, and they were guaranteed free for life. Since there are more and more dolls recently, they decided to build a new city, near Hammer Town, with the name It's called the city of dolls."

"Okay."

"The implementer of this practice is Seth, the last priest of the **** of ignorance. According to the investigation of the unqualified detective and the reverse inference of taking off his clothes, the identity and purpose of the other party have been basically investigated. I only like the magic stone and Xiao Huangben. The report that the Demon King can read in one minute has been sent to your ghost system."

"This report is full of malice."

After reading this report in a minute, Lu Fan already understood the relationship between Seth and Bello.

Pulling the report to the bottom, he saw that the two were the most polluted and could not accept the names of the dolls.

Tyra, and Julia.