This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Ahahaha, here comes the chicken soup."

Hearing Cai Hao's call, Lu Fan, who was fishing, got down from the two groups of monster lairs, then patted each other and said, "The comfort level is quite good, and we will continue to maintain it in the future."

"Thank you, boss, for your compliment!"

"We will definitely make persistent efforts in the future and strive to become softer."

Blank on the side watched the interaction between one ball and the other two balls, feeling really disgusted.

Shaking his head helplessly, he hung up the washed clothes, and then walked to the soup that Uncle Cai Mao had cooked.

Seeing the soup with green light turned over, he felt his appetite disappeared in an instant.

"Can this stuff be drunk?"

"This soup is very precious, and I made it with great difficulty. It's nothing special. You should give everyone a head start and drink it first."

"No, you know me well. I've never had a cold for things of unknown origin. Just give me some vegetables next time."

Cai Mao looked at Lu Fan unhappily, and then turned to the two monster lairs.

Without waiting for Cai Mao's order, the monster's lair stretched out its whiskers to explore, and fished out a huge chicken head from inside.

Seeing this thing, Blank said with great interest: "Have you encountered the corpse of the chicken-monster fusion body? That thing is not easy. It can be ranked in the top 100 here at least. I guess he happened to meet the ancient dragon fusion body, and you just missed it. You are really lucky."

"That is, my luck has always been very good. Would you like to try it?"

Blank hesitated.

However, the two monster lairs beside him didn't have too many scruples, they jumped into the soup pot that could reach the bathtub, and drank it in big gulps.

"so so."

"But still drinkable."

Blanc waited cautiously for a while, and after finding that the two monster lairs were safe, he scooped a bowl out of a crude stone bowl and drank.

Unlike its bright green exterior, this bowl of soup has a good texture, and you can feel its rich taste when you drink it.

There is no seasoning added to the soup, some should be just some simple salt. However, the people who make the soup cleverly use different parts to make different levels of taste, which makes the taste of the soup more complex and layered.

After finishing the bowl of hot soup in one gulp, Blanc still felt a little unsatisfied.

He fished out a piece of bone with meat from the bottom of the soup pot. He gnawed on the bone and said sincerely: "Cai Mao, your level is really good. This is the best soup I can imagine. I forgive you for beating me before."

"Look at the poor kid. If you drink the soup made by the weak chicken man, you will not pass out. Forget it, eat more."

Seeing Blanc drinking bowls of soup, Cai Mao suddenly thought of something, and quickly asked, "May I ask, do you have the passive immunity to poison?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"Oh, that's all right."

After rummaging in the sewer at the side, Cai Mao found out a pair of livers, and stepped on them vigorously.

While drinking the soup, Blanc asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Help you detoxify."

"But I'm not poisoned."

"It's coming soon."

It was only then that Blank realized that his fingers had started to turn black, and there were bursts of severe pain in his abdomen. He couldn't help lying on the ground, and tremblingly said, "This soup...is poisonous."

"I used some poison as an adjustment, and I forgot that you don't have the patience for this. Don't worry, I have prepared the antidote, and I'll be fine if I eat it. But I'm not good at pharmacy, so I should have learned more from Ellie. But don't worry, it's only 90%."

"Ninety percent... what?"

"90% will die."

Blanc struggled to escape, but under normal circumstances he was no match for Cai Mao, and now it was even more impossible.

Catching Blank like an earthworm, Cai Mao stuffed the sticky stuff into Blank's mouth, and said, "Okay, that's fine, the next step is to pray."

"I knock Nima!"

Lu Fan, who was still fishing at the side, took a look at this side, and said softly: "It's beautiful."

Anyway, this guy has been anchored by the future and can't die, so it shouldn't be a problem to torture him a little bit more.

It was unknown how long it took for Blanc, who was in a coma, to wake up.

After waking up, his abdomen was still aching, making him feel nauseous.

Barely sitting up, he said to himself, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not much, seven days." A clear voice sounded from his left.

"I didn't die..."

"Yeah, we also feel that it's a pity. We were going to take you for extra meals." Another voice sounded from his right hand, "Although you are terrible, Dad can definitely cook you well."

"That's such a pity." Blank said with a sneer.

Then, he suddenly realized that there were two little girls about seven years old standing on his left and right sides.

They have long silver-white hair that almost reaches the ground, and red eyes without pupils, and they look coquettishly beautiful.

Although they were dressed in dark linen clothes, they had a very noble feeling on them, which made them feel majestic even though they were wearing simple clothes.

"Who are you? New here?"

"Puff puff, I heard, sister, he didn't recognize us."

"Puff puff, I heard that, but you are the younger sister."

"I'm my sister!"

"I am! I planted it before you!"

"I made it before you!"

The two girls turned into brats in an instant, tearing at each other's corners in front of Blanc in the simple hut.

Although they looked only seven years old, these two brats fought very fiercely. Even if there was something at hand, they would greet each other in the face, causing terrible wounds on each other's body in the blink of an eye.

But the strange thing is that there is no blood flowing out from the wound, but the fleshy whiskers.

Seeing the whiskers under the wound, Blanc suddenly realized: "You are a monster's lair!"

The two girls stopped abruptly.

Although they were fighting fiercely just now, they came to Blank hand in hand in a blink of an eye, and said happily, "Yes, we are the monster's lair. I am the older sister, and she is the younger sister."

"I am the older sister!"

Seeing that the two brats were about to fight again, Blank hurriedly waved his hand to stop them: "Where are Ping Wuqi and Cai Mao?"

"Outside! Daddy is making dinner, and Plain is reading."

"Book? Where did you get the book here?"

Going out suspiciously, Blank was startled by the scene in front of him.

All kinds of books are piled up like a mountain, and a fusion body with an octopus as its body stands on the top of the mountain of books, with eight claws waving on the eight books together, writing books at an extremely fast speed.

On top of his head, Lu Fan was sitting in a chair that looked very comfortable, drinking goat milk, and making his own demands on the octopus fusion from time to time.

"Be a little more violent, imagine that your father-killing enemy is right in front of you, and use the most brutal means to deal with him. Wait, how did you get along with father-killing enemy? This is not a romance novel!"

"If someone can get rid of my dad, I'm quite grateful to him."

"...I don't quite understand the values ​​of your fusion body. Forget it, love novels are love novels. It's good for a change. Oh, Blanc, you're awake, how are you, do you want to eat something?"

"Don't mention food to me!"