This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Billows was still the same as before, but the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavier.

After all, meteors fell from the sky, and the entire Treasure City was in a state of extreme panic, and there was really no time to sleep.

"Hey, Bizi, you've had a miserable time." Weak chicken man said friendly.

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

"I'm also wondering why I have such a strong tolerance for this guy." He took off his clothes and sighed, "I suspect that I must owe this guy a lot in my previous life. How is the situation?"

"Everything is normal. I have been on guard for three days, but nothing happened. Let's go, I will 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.

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

After turning around the statue a few times, he took off his clothes and ordered passers-by to pull out the statue.

The statue, nearly two meters tall, was astonishingly heavy. More than a dozen sword masters worked together to pull it out.

Looking at the appearance of the statue, he took off his clothes and said affirmatively, "That's right, it's from the first generation. Was there anything unusual when you found this thing?"

"No." Bi Luosi said affirmatively, "After discovering something unusual, we organized and left immediately, and nothing unusual happened."

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

"What's wrong?" Weak Chicken Man asked expectantly, "Have you finally discovered my latent talent?"

"That's right, disgusting him."

"No, what do you think of me!" Weak chicken man shouted dissatisfied, "I am a high-level magician, possessed by evil objects, 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 thing."

"That's about the same."

Satisfied, the Weak Chicken Man jumped to the side of the statue of the first generation, looked at the fineness of the statue, excitedly turned on the live broadcast, and said to his fans: "Tiezi, let's do a big job today!"

"Just don't dress up as a woman.

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

"My great-grandfather was lying well in the coffin, but when he heard your live broadcast, he quickly made room for you."

Ignoring these wonderful greetings, the weak chicken man jumped on the statue of the first generation: "Today, we got the statue of the first generation. I don't know anything else, let's use the first generation as a side dish. First, let's use the acid we got from the African chief to perform a rust removal treatment."

The African chief who came here together shyly climbed to the top of the statue and said shyly, "Don't hurt me. Ah, it's so cool!"

The African chieftain on the statue was repeatedly crushed, and the acid seeping from his body flowed all over the statue of the first generation, so that every corner of the statue was covered with thick green body fluid.

In the acidic bodily fluids of the great African chief, the statue's black rust remained unchanged.

"It's quite stubborn, come here, put on the iron pot, I will show everyone a stewed statue in an iron pot!"

"Hehe, it's not enough, it's okay, watch me shoot a hundred bursts of light. I didn't blow it, and now I'm as popular as the devil king."

"Magic is useless, so let's do some metaphysics. Let the Kobold comrade donate some blood, and if you want a black dog, a virgin is the best."

Looking at the experiments of Weak Chicken Man one by one, the content of the experiments gradually became more and more inhumane.

Although he still couldn't get rid of the rust on the statue, Bi Luosi still had some sympathy for the statue.

Finding the people watching the fun taking off their clothes, Bi Luosi asked in a low voice, "Is it useful?"

"It's useless. But this thing hasn't changed in the slightest, so it should be the real thing."

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

"That guy is having a good time, if you don't believe me, take a look."

The weak chicken man who had just completed the detonation experiment excitedly shouted in the live broadcast room: "Who else, who else has a more outrageous idea! Thanks to the rocket that the big brother rewarded, we will try to soak a cesspit according to the big brother's method. It is difficult to drag it there, but it is easy to transport it. Bi Luosi, how much does it cost to buy your septic tank?"

"Talent." Bi Luosi said blankly, "The elder of the Juggernaut Society, let's go and have a rest."

"Mo Fang, I'll learn it." The elders of the Juggernaut Society's eyes lit up, "We are going to learn these methods, and we will use them when we meet the royal family."

Bi Luosi couldn't help but turned his back, raised his head, and shouted, "Why do Juggernauts look like this!"

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

The next morning, when Bi Luosi came to the construction site yawning, he found that everyone was looking at the center with a smile on their faces.

"Is there a result?" Bi Luosi asked with vigor.

"No, the weak chicken man is dead."

"Then why are you laughing!"

"Aren't you laughing too?"

Bi Luosi pinched the corners of his mouth to make himself laugh less exaggeratedly.

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

Taking off his clothes, he is simultaneously forwarding the message of Weak Chicken Man: "Why can't I log in, the body doesn't exist, it's a few ghosts!"

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

"Contact customer service and think of a way! What's wrong with mediocrity! Uncle Cai Mao, stop laughing, mediocrity, don't laugh too, if you watch the Spring Festival Gala during the Chinese New Year, if the director still smiles like this!"

"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 couldn't be resurrected because his copy disk suddenly failed to work, and all the weak chicken man's information stored in it disappeared, which made it impossible to copy the weak chicken man's body.

The copy dish itself is protected by the nameless god, and it can directly break through the protection of the nameless god, and there should be gods involved in it.

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

"impossible."

"Why?"

"The Demon King just cut down the illusory 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 deduce the truth."

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

Facing Bi Luosi, he asked seriously: "Bi Luosi, are you willing to die for your sister Camilla?"