This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Seeing the old man who had turned into an eight-armed Shura, Lu Fan put down the book written by the eight-legged octopus, then looked at Cai Mao and said, "You guys have done it!"

"It's my own choice." The old man said in a low voice.

Cai Mao was also very helpless.

He just injected the old man with the cells of the monster's lair, and the direction of evolution after that was the old man's own choice.

He didn't know that the old man would make himself like this.

This kind of cell can divide in the body, and continuously evolve with the wishes of the holder, and finally produce the most suitable form.

According to Cai Mao's previous analysis, the opponent would at most become taller and stronger. Who would have thought that he would grow so many arms.

From the perspective of form, the old man's current appearance is very similar to the form after demonization, but the inability to demonize during the great fusion period is entirely the result of his own selective evolution.

Seeing the old man like this, Lu Fan also had other thoughts.

If the old man formed this appearance through his own evolution, does that mean that the devil form is the end of evolution?

How much of the human world's hostility to the fallen before was the intervention of the gods?

So, making all human beings demonized, is this also a way to resist the gods and gods?

But Lu Fan didn't think too deeply in this direction.

His plan has been set, and they are helping to move forward according to the set goal after taking off his clothes, as long as he finally implements it.

That would be an extremely long road, and a very boring one.

But for that road, too many people have sacrificed, and I am both the maker of the plan and the implementer of the plan.

Turning his mind around, Lu Fan looked at Cai Mao and asked, "How is your skill teaching going?"

"I've learned it already." Cai Mao proudly raised his ugly and cute mimetic thumb, "But I have to remind you that the price of a punch is a bit high. When you use this trick, you will clearly know the price you are about to pay. Don't use it when the price is too high."

"Don't worry, I understand." The old man whispered, "Continue to fight with me, I think I can improve a little bit."

Looking at all this, Blanc felt a little incomprehensible.

"For my daughter,

Is it worth it? " he asked suspiciously.

"You're insulting me by asking that question."

Blank was even more confused.

He has never met his biological parents, so he cannot understand the feeling that parents can die for their children.

He could only see that the old man had obtained incomparably powerful strength through self-torture, and even opened his chest to put the wriggling foreign objects in, but his expression hardly changed.

Every confrontation is a destruction of the body, the almost shattered body is reshaped in a short period of time, and the pain in it is unbearable even for myself, a bystander.

For no reason, Blanc felt a little envious of Arthur, whom he had never met before.

When he realized it, he found that he no longer watched TV with Lu Fan, but sat beside the old man and Cai Mao's practice field, watching the old man's practice every day.

"So, what do you come to see every day?" Lu Fan, who sensed that something was wrong with Blanc, jumped to Blanc and asked.

"I don't know either."

He didn't know why he kept coming to watch.

See the bloody appearance of the old man?

See him unyieldingly reorganize under the care of the monster's lair, and then continue to be blasted into residue by Cai Hao's punch?

Or, looking at a father?

After listening to Blank's doubts, Lu Fan pondered for a while, and said firmly, "You are missing a father."

"So it is!" Blank suddenly realized.

"Okay, we have a little relationship. When I go back, I will issue a hidden mission to my subordinates, let them start with the God of Perfection, and they should be able to find your father."

"It's okay, isn't there a ready-made one over there?"

Blank rushed forward excitedly, and said to the old man who had just reorganized: "Excuse me, I have a request, can you be my father?"

The old man glanced at Blank in confusion, then pushed the boy away, and continued to stand in front of Cai Mao.

Blank scratched his chin and returned to Lu Fan: "It's strange, he doesn't seem very happy. He killed his daughter, but he can get a son. Isn't that a good thing?"

"There are so many fathers in the world, you want me to go out and find ten or eight for you."

"But he is the most perfect." Blank said brightly.

"...The God of Perfection chose you to be such an evil way to throw firecrackers into the toilet, the evil way went to heaven."

Although the old man clearly expressed his refusal, Blanc did not give up.

He began to follow the old man 24 hours a day, even when he was sleeping, he shamelessly went to make a bed on the floor, and even went in with the old man to help him rub his back when he was taking a bath.

Lu Fan thought that the other party was just a whim, but for the next few days, Blanc kept following the old man, even if the old man didn't respond at all, he never tired of it.

While nibbling on the jerky, Lu Fan watched Blanc smiling as he prepared clothes for the old man, and said with emotion: "This child really lacks a father's love."

"I can probably understand." Said Cai Mao, who was waiting for the old man to practice. "I don't have a father either, so I can understand his feelings. The lack of things will form a void in childhood. This void will continue to ask for the lack of things, but it will not be completely filled in a lifetime."

Cai Mao paused for a moment, looked at the old man and said, "But it's good for him. He's focused on revenge now, but what should he do after the revenge is over? With Blanc, he might have one more reason to live."

"Uncle, you are very artistic."

"I wrote a few crooked poems, which made you laugh."

"Aren't you a veterinarian?"

"Veterinarians are not allowed to write poetry! Which criminal law stipulates that!"

Lu Fan took a bite of the jerky and suddenly thought of something.

"Cai Mao, didn't you say that the new hot spring city was attacked, how is the situation?"

Mentioning this matter, Cai Mao's expression was also a little gloomy.

"It's terrible. The professor and took off his clothes and rushed back to the new hot spring city, but there is no good solution yet. The few players present don't care, just die once. But others are a little troublesome. At present, a total of 311 people have undergone rebirth surgery, their bodies have been replaced with dolls, and they have a lifetime free warranty. Since there are more and more dolls recently, they decided to build a new city, which is near Hammer Town. The name is Doll City."

"good."

"The implementer of this practice is the last priest of the God of Foolishness, Seth. Based on the investigation of unqualified detectives and the reverse deduction of taking off his clothes, the identity and purpose of the other party have been basically investigated. The report that even the devil who only likes magic stones and little yellow books can read in a minute has been sent to your ghost system."

"This report is really malicious."

After reading the report in a minute, Lu Fan already understood the relationship between Seth and Bello.

Pulling the report to the bottom, he saw the two most heavily polluted names who could not accept doll transformation.

Tyra, and Julia.