This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Cut off the contact with the professor, took off his clothes and said to the leader: "I'm sorry to tell you, I reject your proposal."

"It's a pity, what about you?" The leader looked at the other two slimes.

"His opinion is our opinion, we believe him unconditionally." 3l said quickly.

The weak chicken man looked at 3l dissatisfied.

Brother, why do you lick people so smoothly and silky!

Coupled with the handsome guy filter I saw before, the weak chicken man couldn't help feeling, if there is a perfect licking dog in this world, then his name must be 3l.

The leader sighed: "So sorry, we have to choose to destroy you. You will be cut up by my subordinates and buried in the ground. But please rest assured, when we finally win, we will restore you."

"Then I am also sorry to inform you that we will attack you."

Hearing this ingenious reply, the leader smiled.

"Oh, then how are you going to attack? Frankly speaking, if it wasn't for Augustus' fear of using the power of the Blood Demon God, then my subordinates would definitely be no worse than Augustus."

"I don't know either. Anyway, wait a minute."

The leader smiled lightly: "Okay, then I can wait for a while. The most important thing in the blood field is time."

The leader closed his eyes and waited silently.

An hourglass was placed on the table, and the white sand fell from the top of the hourglass, falling one by one to the bottom of the hourglass.

When the last gravel fell, the leader suddenly noticed that the table was trembling slightly.

The gravel in the hourglass began to jump up and down, and the ground trembled slightly, as if hundreds of meteorites fell from the sky and landed on this stronghold.

Looking at the things that appeared outside, the leader opened his mouth and muttered to himself: "Blood Demon God, what are you guys doing?"

"It's just an ordinary slime passing by by chance."

a day later.

Lu Fan was lying on a simple rattan bed, with a few dirty books with wet ink on his hands.

He comfortably drank the drink mixed with honey, slowly finished reading the book at hand, and then said to Alsace who was still writing the book: "Hurry up, when will the seventh book be finished?"

"Don't rush me, hurry up."

"If you delay more, your monthly pass for this month will be gone."

"What is a monthly pass! Mr. Lu, why don't you always make things that don't exist!"

"Forget it, you write slowly, I'll sleep for a while."

Twisting into a comfortable position on the rattan bed, Lu Fan put his hands under his head, and said with sincere emotion: "It's so refreshing to touch fish."

"You may not be happy, Mr. Lu."

Raphael walked in from outside the room holding the report.

Seeing Lu Fan who was full of salted fish, he said helplessly: "Master Lu, you have been lying down for three days. Is your bladder made of iron?"

"I cast myself a large cleavage,

This magic can directly decompose the metabolic waste in my body into elementary particles, so there is no problem. By the way, how is your wife? "

Alsace on the side stopped writing, silently calculated which level of magic this spell was, and how much magic power was needed to cast it, and then continued to immerse himself in writing the book.

High magic power is amazing, can you do whatever you want if you have high magic power?

Well, high magic power means you can do whatever you want.

Raphael has no concept of this kind of high-end magic, but feels that Lu Fan is a bit overkill.

Regarding Lu Fan's inquiry, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there will definitely be some sequelae, but in the long run it should recover. I'm here to report something."

"You are already a mature demon, and some things can be solved by yourself."

"Please tell me about the matter, and I will do it if they do it. I know you don't like to listen to nonsense, so I will make a long story short. Because you have abundant magic power reserves, all our rewards are paid on time, and all the demons are very enthusiastic about their work. High. But I worry that this will be a challenge to your mana reserves, so I feel that we can use some new methods to reduce losses."

"How to do it?"

"You used to pay according to how much you did. I feel that we can set a basic salary, and then distribute additional rewards according to the ranking every day. In this way, the daily ranking reward expenditure is actually fixed, but most demons In fact, they can only get the basic salary. And for ranking rewards, they will continue to compete, so that their work efficiency will become higher and higher, and our profits will become more and more lucrative.”

"Don't meddle in this place!" Lu Fan said helplessly, "What's the difference between you and disguised slavery? You're just a group of working slaves. Don't worry, I have enough magic power reserves. I'll trouble you. Is it possible to do something?"

"Then forced to work overtime..."

"Don't do it either! My request is not high, just give me a bed and some pornographic reading materials every day, and let them make some artificial magic stones. Don't make it useless."

Raphael looked at Lu Fan with emotion, and said, "I've seen you before..."

"The most benevolent and kindest hell lord, right! Alright, I'm tired of hearing these words, think of more words, thank you. Is there anything else?"

"There is indeed one more thing. A group of refugees have come to our territory. They are different from ordinary refugees. You may need to go and see them yourself."

Lu Fan just wanted to say no, but the blessing given to him by King Roland before took effect.

This blessing can help him get some reminders to reduce karma. The specific effect is that when there are some choices, he will be told that just doing this will definitely clear up karma.

The specific effect is that a phantom of King Roland will appear in his mind. The more condensed the shadow is, the louder the voice it conveys, the more karma will be dispelled.

At this moment, Lu Fan had already seen the life-sized King Roland standing beside him.

With a wrinkled face, he was bare-chested, waving his arms frantically, and shouted with a horn-like voice resounding through the world: "Let him see! Let him see!"

"Do not you upset!"

"What?" Raphael asked suspiciously.

"It has nothing to do with you, let's go and see you."

After Lu Fan saw this group of refugees, he found that these refugees were really different.

Although these refugees were all wounded, their eyes were not numb.

Their temporary stronghold was cleaned up, a group of demons were actively healing their companions, and those who had nothing to do for the time being moved stones to build a camp. Everything seemed to be in order.

They looked less like refugees than a disciplined army in distress.

When the bandaged leader saw Raphael who had returned, he was about to greet him when his eyes were attracted by Lu Fan who was beside him.

Although it was the first time they met, he immediately realized that the other party was the lord here.

That indifferent yet detached temperament made this demon shine like a star at night.

Bowing his head to Lu Fan, he said to Lu Fan: "Hello, I am Zig, the leader of the rebel army. Are you Master Lu?"