This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"These players are all slimes ()"!

Seeing Ms. Taila who was so full of laughter, the weak chicken man knew that if he was not a joke today, he had to become a joke.

Slashing the boss while telling jokes, the planning of this game is really wicked.

However, for the sake of the small TV in the live broadcast room and for his own popularity, Weak Chicken Man decided to sacrifice his self-esteem, and based all his hopes of winning on jokes.

"Once upon a time, a programmer walked into a bar..."

Before the weak chicken man finished his joke, Ms. Taila, who had calmed down, stopped laughing, pointed at the weak chicken man and said, "I order you, split up!"

In an instant, Weak Chicken Man felt that a part of his body was completely out of his control, and his whole body was split from below, neatly divided into two parts.

"Chicken, don't tell those jokes that need a long foreshadowing! How about some short and concise jokes?"

"That's all I can think of right now! After all, I've never been short and lean!"

"If you want to drive, don't drive at us, but hit the boss in the face! What is it if you run over your own people?"

"Here's the mouth, come on! From now on, I will only read the comments, you can do it!"

There was a short pause in the live broadcast room, and then it was the performance scene of the large-scale sand sculpture netizens.

And Weak Chicken Man really started to give up thinking, and he regarded himself as a machine that read manuscripts, and began to read the barrage sent by the audience with all his strength.

"Chicken, people often say that what is missing is what you need to make up in your name. You are called Chicken because of what you lack?"

"Chicken, when we take a shower, is the water washing us or are we polluting the water?"

"Brother Chicken, could it be that we are dead long ago, and everything is just a revolving door now?"

"Brother Chicken, is it possible that when we are dreaming, that me is the real me, and when we are awake, we are actually dreaming?"

"I, brother chicken, am really gay! Who wrote this, don't mess around when my mind is empty!"

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Some of these bullet screens are fun,

Some of the meanings are unclear, and some of the sentences are just a joke, which makes Ms. Terra on the opposite side often can't help laughing.

Some people even brought over all the jokes from the mentally handicapped bar, so that the demons here can fully feel how terrifying it is to be dominated by the mentally handicapped.

Through the translation program of Weak Chicken Man, these demons felt that these words sounded so mentally retarded on the one hand, and on the other hand felt that they were so mentally retarded when they laughed because of these words.

And Weak Chicken Man is worthy of being a well-known anchor, and there is no pause at all when he reads the barrage, one after another, turning the frenzied arena into a sea of ​​joy.

Seeing that Ms. Taila in front of her was already laughing uncontrollably, the weak chicken man felt that the time had finally come.

He activated the automatic chanting program again, leaped high with his body like a dying flower, and charged towards Ms. Terra.

"I order you, stand down."

A familiar voice sounded, causing Weak Chicken Man to roll backwards uncontrollably, until he rolled to the other side of the big arena before stopping.

Raising his head, he saw that Ms. Terra had stood up, blood was continuously flowing out of both ears, and blood was also stained on her fingers.

She punctured her eardrum.

"This boss is so ruthless! Iron juice, what should I do if the other party can't hear me?"

"Hurry up and act shamelessly! You are the most talented in this area, aren't you?"

"What do you usually think of me!"

Having said that, the weak chicken man immediately pretended to be a little ghost, and then put on the standard pose of Monroe, and asked shyly, "How about this?"

"My dog's eyes, my titanium alloy dog's eyes!"

"Why do you want to bring up our painful memories?"

"Kill you, I will arrange someone to kill you sooner or later!"

However, although this action is disgusting, it has an outstanding effect on Ms. Terra.

After seeing this posture, the other party couldn't help lying on the ground and laughing.

Seizing this opportunity, the Weak Chicken Man spread his hands, like a girl in the third grade of elementary school, and ran towards Ms. Taila with a smile and waved his hands, causing the call to cancel the level to ring again in the live broadcast room.

Rushing to Ms. Terra, the weak chicken man was ready for a fatal blow, but Ms. Terra had already stretched out her hand and poked her eyes hard.

"Boss, you are working too hard, and you can just close your eyes? Why are you ruining yourself in this way!"

Now Ms. Tyra can't hear or see anything.

But she still relied on her memory just now, pointing to the weak chicken man: "I order you, sit down and don't move."

The weak chicken man stopped abruptly.

Under the power of words, the weak chicken man immediately sat down on the ground, and even lost the strength to move a finger.

After the cronies announced the end of the battle, several demon priests immediately came up to help Ms. Terra heal her wounds.

While Ms. Taila was recovering from her injuries, the Weak Chicken Man regretfully said in the live broadcast room: "I'm sorry, brothers, I lost."

"It's okay, Brother Chicken, you showed us how hard a streamer is trying to make money. By the way, I've canceled it, and please don't contact me in the future."

"Your courage is amazing, and your integrity is disgusting. Canceled."

"If you lose the game, you also lose your life, so it's cancelled."

Although one by one called to cancel the level, the weak chicken man found that his attention has not decreased, but has increased a lot.

"Bah, it's disgusting. They all still want to see men's costumes and straight men showing off. Forget it, this dungeon is here, and then I'm going to die and return to the city."

Weak Chicken Man was ready to make an airplane, but Ms. Taila, who was slowly recovering, didn't do it directly, but looked at Weak Chicken Man and smiled.

"I admire you very much. You should not be a monster without sanity, but a slime with awakened wisdom. You should be called a slime demon."

"Why do you feel a bit wrong with what you said? Look at this posture, you want to accept me as a subordinate?" The weak chicken man asked suspiciously.

"No, it's my husband. I like devils who can tell jokes very much. From today on, please use jokes to please me."

"Are you kidding? I don't know how to tell a single joke! Besides, you don't go to a dating agency to find a husband. What does it mean to find a slime?"

"Hahaha, this joke is the funniest today. Let's go to my room and let's talk slowly."

The weak chicken man who was picked up struggled vigorously, but Ms. Taila's words "don't move" made the weak chicken man unable to move for an instant.

"Don't, don't ignore my historical rights. Where is Crouching Dragon, help me."

"It's not necessary, the plan has been completed, although the way of completion is a bit weird. Thank you for your help, weak chicken man." The anonymous user quickly replied.

An ominous feeling rose in the weak chicken man's heart.

The worst possibility appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Clothes?"

"Oh, you finally realized it. That's right, it's me. I had a good time this time, forget about the previous things."

At this moment, the weak chicken man's memory became surprisingly good, and the previous scenes flashed in his mind, making him realize that he had been caught in the arrangement of taking off his clothes from the very beginning.

Every gift of fate has its price.

But the price is not too high.

The weak chicken man was taken to his bedroom by Ms. Terra in a daze.

The moment the bedroom door closed, he had already seen his miserable future.

"I really...haven't got a single joke left."

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