This Group of Players Are All Slimes

On the square, the weak chicken man in front of the signal source looked bewildered.

"No, brother stripping, you said you have an important task for me, and this is it?"

"Otherwise." He took off his clothes and looked at the time, "There is one minute left, and the live broadcast will start soon."

"You tell me what the script is anyway! If you don't give me anything, you let me play it on the spot? You are not afraid that I will have an accident on the show and be harmonized with a click?"

"Just say whatever you want. By the way, don't you know how to cook? Let's cook a few dishes. 3l, bring something back, anything you want. Neil, please come out with an empty stomach, and I'll cook later Don't let it go to waste."

Neil on the side nodded excitedly.

The weak chicken man wanted to say something, but a monster like a hill fell from his head.

This monster is completely a collection of sans, purple eyeballs are all over its body, and even the four pairs of wings are also covered with tiny eyeballs.

"Are you sure this thing can be eaten!" The weak chicken man shouted, looking at 3l who jumped off the monster.

"It tastes good, a bit like cheese." Neil swallowed.

"You still ate!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, the show has begun. The batch of seeds sent by the farmer players have the characteristics of self-propagation and exclusivity, so it shouldn't take long before the ninth floor of hell can see your show and start to gather here After the population has accumulated to a certain level, we will go to the Sea of ​​Fire to check the restoration of the body of the God of Fire, and pass the restoration technology back to seventy-five years ago. So, weak chicken man, your task is very important, And you will soon be the biggest idol in the ninth hell."

The word "idol" gave the weak chicken man infinite motivation, and made him excited instantly.

After taking off his clothes and announcing the start, Weak Chicken Man said to the signal source: "Hello everyone, I am your idol, Weak Chicken Man. Today, let's make a new dish, that is eyeball bread."

three days later.

On the snowy field shrouded in wind and snow, a group of fallen were returning to their stronghold before the wind and snow got bigger.

They were ragged and wobbled with every step.

The food brought back by their sledges was also pitiful, most of them were grass roots and weak monsters, but this was considered rich for them.

They walked into their simple gathering point at a speed almost crawling, and immediately a group of women and children surrounded them, looking at the leader of the hunting team expectantly.

Their captain is a middle-aged man with a beard. Although he is only 30 years old, his hair is already half white, and only a small part of his body shows the characteristics of a demon. This makes their strength in hell not very strong. big.

Facing everyone's expectations, the captain shook his head, then took out two dark gray signs, and said to an elderly woman in the crowd: "Li Ang fell into the glacier...we tried our best to fish him out, but he Still freezing to death, sorry."

The other party listened numbly.

She didn't have any expression, it seemed that it was not her son who died, but another person.

After a simple apology to the woman, the captain distributed part of the food to the woman, and put the rest into a huge cauldron, and prepared to make dinner.

This method saves time and effort, but the things made are not very attractive, and most of the time you don't know what's inside, so it is also called Chaos Soup.

When the member in charge of cooking threw the food into the crucible, the captain swept something inside, and immediately stopped the other party.

"Others are fine, but mushrooms are not allowed! Most mushrooms are poisonous and must be identified by me, understand?"

"Hold, sorry, I don't know."

"Then you know now. Give me the mushrooms."

Holding the mushroom handed over by the opponent, the captain felt a little strange.

This mushroom was not of any species he had ever seen, and there were several button patterns on it, which didn't look like something that evolved naturally.

Moreover, this mushroom is only the size of a palm, but its weight is a bit heavy. The combination of the blue appearance and the umbrella-shaped shape makes this mushroom look a little cute.

"Who found this mushroom and where!" Holding up the mushroom, the captain shouted loudly.

"In Li Ang's hand, he was holding onto something tightly before he died. By the way, he even said his last words at that time."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" the captain shouted sharply.

"Because we thought he was hallucinating. He seemed to keep saying, we are saved."

The captain looked at the other party suspiciously, and began to wonder if the other party also had some hallucinations.

Observing the mushroom curiously, the captain looked at the mushroom repeatedly for a while.

Inadvertently, he accidentally touched a button, and a cloud of mist quickly appeared and surrounded him.

Seeing this strange scene, the captain immediately shouted: "Everyone leave, keep a distance of 100 meters, this may be an evil thing!"

Several nearby team members retreated immediately, and one of them was still reluctant to part with the food that had just been cooked, but was immediately kicked out by his companion and dragged to a place 100 meters away.

The captain held the mushroom nervously, watching the mist quickly form around him, and finally became a very clear three-dimensional image.

That's a slime.

And he is cooking!

In the spacious kitchen, all kinds of kitchen utensils are available.

The chubby slime skillfully dismantled a monster and chopped it into two-finger-wide strips of meat.

"Today, the dish we're going to cook is stewed pork. Don't ask what kind of meat it is, just eat it."

"This live broadcast is still the same, and the game and reality are broadcast simultaneously. By the way, how can I increase my followers so fast for cooking? Are all of you full of foodies!"

"I made the brine three days ago. The recipe is very simple. It is basically no worse than the one sold in the braised meat shop outside, and a fool can handle it. Wait a minute, here is a sand sculpture netizen who left a message: Weak chicken man, thank you Your food sharing, I have recently improved mine according to your recipe, but unfortunately I am still not good enough, and the sales volume is only over 10,000 a day. Nima, are you from Versailles? Don’t you want to reward me if you make money? "

"Forget it, ignore these sand sculpture players. Because I don't have much time today, I made a pot of meat last night, and everyone can see the effect of the finished product directly. Now, please invite our taster, Ni Er, Emma, ​​and Chipmunk."

"Don't call me a chipmunk, call me the devil!" the eight-year-old boy roared fiercely.

"Okay, Chipmunk."

After sending over the platefuls of hill-like stewed meat that had been boiled for a day, Neil rolled the plates, and a catty of meat fell into her stomach in an instant.

Stretching out her lilac-like tongue, she licked the juice off the plate, and then gave her own evaluation: "It's delicious."

"You say it's delicious, what about Emma?"

"One more plate."

"It turns out that you can ask for it again, and I want it too!" Neil shouted immediately.

"Enough with the two of you, how about a foodie comment? Where's the chipmunk?"

"The configuration of the brine is just right, and the handling of the meat is also impressive. The long-time cooking not only did not loosen the meat, but allowed the delicious food to permeate completely. Moreover, the addition of tangerine peel, star anise, pepper, bay leaves, etc. also made the meat more delicious. Outstanding, and would be even better with a glass of wine.”

"Although you said a lot, none of them are right, but thank you for your comment."

"Do you want to die!"

"Okay, that's the end of today's show. For the rest of the time, please enjoy this pot of stewed pork quietly. Next time, I will teach you how to make starry sky pie. If you want to come in person Taste this pot of meat, please come to this coordinate, I will wait for you here. If you don’t know the coordinates, just look at the stars, the stars will guide you, goodbye.”

After the weak chicken man quit the live broadcast, there was only a pot of braised pork left on the screen.

The captain watched the scene quietly, his Adam's apple involuntarily wriggled up and down.

Hastily wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth, he suddenly heard swallowing sounds one after another.

The error-free chapters of "These players are all slimes" will continue to be updated on Sonovel.com. There are no advertisements on the site. Please bookmark and recommend Sonovel!

If you like this group of players are all slimes, please bookmark: () This group of players are all slimes! Search for novels and update the fastest.