This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"A little bit of blood, some blasphemy... Is the diary written by the weak chicken man okay? It's full of blasphemy."

"I haven't seen it, but judging from his experimental methods, I think it should be possible."

"Take off your clothes, why do you have my diary?"

Taking off his clothes and standing next to the dug up statue of the first generation, Camilla was directing the workers to dig out the statue underground.

The excavated statues were larger than expected, and the statues made of unknown materials were unusually strong, which made the excavation work a lot easier.

Just blow it all the way through with a heartless sword.

The statue that had been blown up was placed in the middle, and a group of Juggernauts from the Juggernaut Society sat together, the sharp blades in their hands resonated, and they trembled uncontrollably.

"Although they are a bit high-powered now, they are old farmers no matter what you look at." Weak chicken man said doubtfully.

"The thief has pretty good eyesight." The elder of the Juggernaut Society patted Weak Chicken Man, and his callused right hand printed clear palm prints on Weak Chicken Man's body.

"Just say what you said, why are you still getting started?"

"You feel so good, it reminds me of my sheep's butt."

"You're still an Irishman!"

Continuing to rub the weak chicken man, the elder looked at the Juggernaut below and said with emotion: "Our Juggernaut in the East is suppressed by the royal family, so we don't dare to show off our swordsmanship easily. And we usually have to eat, and there is not enough population in the place where there are no birds, so we have to do farming ourselves. So, we created a new swordsmanship, which is farming swordsmanship."

"Wait a minute, I have a few brothers who would love to hear it."

After calling in the group, a few specially-made missiles flew over immediately, and the little boss and several other farmers who jumped out of it shouted excitedly: "Where do you want to farm!"

Looking at the group of farmers and players, the elder said with emotion: "Hey, you are talented. It's a pity that you don't learn this kind of swordsmanship. Unlike that 3l, who is said to be a swordsmanship genius, he is just a vulgar thing."

Not far away, the vigilant 3l glared at him, and the elder obediently shut his mouth.

"What are you trying to do? Fuck him!" the weak chicken man urged.

"If you can beat me, I'll do it long ago. Don't talk about the frustrating words, I'll teach you. You can hold a hoe. The trick of this swordsmanship lies in the rhythm of farming.

Take one breath and one breath, and cooperate with special techniques to ensure that you are practicing swords when you are farming. Come on, let's go aside and continue studying. "

Looking at the farmers who are learning farming and swordsmanship enthusiastically, Weak Chicken Man feels that this group of farmers will have another epic enhancement.

In addition to Juggernaut, Allen also found a group of magicians through his own channels.

This group of magicians have all reached the seventh level, and temporarily broke through the eighth level limit through the power of the nameless god, each of them is a top magician.

After seeing Ms. Tyra among them, the weak chicken man couldn't help taking a few steps back.

He still remembered that he was forced to tell jokes for three days and three nights in the future, and now he felt bad when he saw the other party, so it's better to back off a little.

As soon as this group of magicians came here, they began to chant, and countless magic barriers were blessed here, causing the reality here to be severely interfered with.

The professor also sent a group of priests. These priests are not in charge of fighting, but provide various blessings so that this group of people can exert more powerful power.

Seeing that everyone around him was busy, the weak chicken man couldn't help but said, "I'll come too, I'll help you..."

"Get lost!" said angrily after taking off his clothes, "Do you want to blow up this place with your evil substance! Go fencing with Ron."

"Oh, made it."

After finding Ron who was playing weeding and hiding aside, Weak Chicken Man lay on the opponent's head and said, "You're fine."

"Yeah, Terra refuses me to approach them. I just want to have a sticky and unhealthy relationship with the succubus. Why do they resist me so much?"

"They really don't know the goods."

This heartfelt words instantly made Ron feel like a bosom friend.

Holding the weak chicken man in his hand, he looked at Ms. Terra, who was directing the magician to build a magic field not far away, and said with emotion: "Actually, I like that Terra the most. I have never felt this way on anyone else. The heartbeat when she punished me with magic, the throbbing when she ravaged me with high heels, and the excitement when she looked at me with disgust, all made me want to stop."

"Are you a dick?"

"I think it's true love."

"You are greedy for her body."

"I said it all, it's true love."

The weak chicken man feels that he has nothing to do with this guy.

But after thinking about it, he felt that bringing Ron and Tyra together would do him no harm.

Get them together now, and turn Ron out seventy-five years later, then Ms. Terra will definitely abandon herself to be with Ron, so can she be freed from the joke hell?

I'm really a little genius.

After making up his mind, the weak chicken man said to Ron: "I can't promise anything else, but I have a way to win that Terra. Can you tell jokes?"

"It's not me bragging, I am such an upright character, I will never tell jokes."

"Pfft...Keep your attitude and go directly."

Ron muttered "I really can't tell jokes", and walked over suspiciously.

Facing Tyra's disgusted eyes, Ron said something to Tyra in a low voice, and the next second, the hammer that appeared out of thin air was directly knocked back to the weak chicken man.

"Failed? How is it possible! She has a very low smile. What did you tell her?"

"It didn't fail." Ron covered his bleeding head and gave himself a healing spell. "She hit me a little less hard, but I really shouldn't have told funny jokes in the first place."

"...Which bastard just said that he can't tell jokes?"

Ron suddenly grabbed Weak Chicken Man, and shouted tearfully: "Master Weak, this is my last chance! I really want her body! As long as you can help me get rid of her, I will do anything! We usually don't have much time to work together, and the professor doesn't have much time to drive us to death. This is the only time I can get close to her! Please, give me a joke."

"You're like a joke right now. But you've done the right thing. Get up, and I'll give you all my collection of jokes."

On the other side, Taila was still directing the work, and her shoulders suddenly trembled.

Seeing this, the succubus magician at the side looked coldly at Ron, who was kneeling in front of the slime not far away, and wiped his neck: "Do you need me to change the position of that guy's mouth and butt?"

"No." Taila waved her hand and said, "I just realized that the guy's joke just now was quite funny. A man who can tell jokes shouldn't be considered a bad person."

The succubus mage looked at Terra, feeling that his boss needed to check his mind.