This Group of Players Are All Slimes

On the other side, the crazy girl policewoman and Wolongfengchu returned to the new hot spring city in a hurry, but they were told that the match between An Jieer and the god of death had just ended.

"It's really a wonderful game." The player in charge of liaison praised sincerely, "The accidents caused by the god of death can't do anything to An Jie'er at all, but An Jie'er can fight back when dealing with the accident, and fight with the god of death." They came and called back and forth.”

Another player also chimed in: "It's really exciting. Afterwards, Death came and was inspired to play table tennis. He stopped his ability and started a head-to-head battle with An Jie'er. Although An Jie'er was weakened by attributes buff, but she still has extraordinary strength. But when the God of Reaper came, she was able to fight the opponent 50-50 with technology. After a day and a night, it was a miracle to be able to survive. The scene of the audience standing up and cheering at the end was really spectacular."

"That's right, especially the Imperial Dragon Kill Cannon. At that time, I seemed to really see a giant dragon soaring in the sky!"

"Uh...that's true, Moon Shadow Dragon and her little husband came out to look for food."

"...I thought it was because the aura of the God of Reaper was so strong that I saw a phantom. No matter what, it was a high-level game that will last forever. After watching it, I feel that this trip is worthwhile. By the way, Crazy sister, how is your condemnation mission going, crazy lady, what are you doing with your axe!"

Knocking out these players, the crazy little policewoman went directly to the editor and shouted, "You pay me for the game!"

"The match between An Jie'er and God of Death? You can watch the replay!" The editor hiding under the table said pitifully weak and helpless.

"The replay is not as cool as the live broadcast! If I had known it would be so exciting, I wouldn't have done the damn mission of condemnation."

"I will make up for it in the future. By the way, what happened to the condemnation? How many people were hacked to death?"

"The condemnation still needs to kill people? Is there something wrong with your head? I know a good psychiatrist, and I will give you his contact information later."

"Don't solicit customers for your husband at this time. It's okay, tell me honestly, how many people died?"

"Not a single one! I held back."

Seeing the proud appearance of the crazy policewoman, the editor felt that the plan had failed.

The Crazy Policewoman is a ticking time bomb, and she was sent there just to blow up those grandchildren, but unexpectedly, the bomb cut the wire by itself.

And the double insurance of Wolong and Fengchu is useless,

What happened in the middle?

Is it right?

In this regard, the editor can only sigh with emotion that the city of hot springs will never die, so let those priests save their lives.

However, I still really want to beat them up and let them know that throwing stones on the slime's head will not end well.

With a long sigh, the editor could only say: "Forget it, just finish the condemnation, and then you can move freely. I suggest you take a break, after all, there are still eight finals to play."

"No, I'm going to watch the game."

Jumping to the venue, the Crazy Girl Policewoman found that the game had reached the third round.

Her luck is not bad, the competition has just progressed to the player introduction session.

"First of all, let me introduce our old friend, Weak Chicken Man. After knowing that he missed the previous battle between old and new players, this classmate came here from a special place to participate in this circle fan activity. Weak Chicken Man, yours It's too purposeful."

"I want you to worry about it, you bald man! I'll settle the score with you later on for cheating on us!" The weak chicken man on the ping-pong table shouted, waving his racket.

"If you continue to scold me, believe it or not, I will disqualify you from the competition!"

"You despicable and shameless villain still has the face to disqualify me! When I win the championship, I want each of you to change the signature on your b-station account, Weibo account, Zhihu account to 'Chicken, I'm wrong Already'! Then drain my live broadcast room for a month!"

"What do you think of our game! You scum, lose quickly and die!"

The scolding between the professor and the weak chicken man attracted a lot of attention. Many people were blushing and cursing vulgarity, while listening attentively, so that they could accumulate unfamiliar vocabulary.

It wasn't until the weak chicken man's opponent coughed that the two of them stopped with unsatisfied intentions.

The professor gave Weak Chicken Man a hard look, then picked up the manuscript and said: "Weak Chicken Man's opponent is also a character we are very familiar with, the hell lord of Iron Hammer Town, Mr. Allen."

The demons who came to watch the game cheered immediately.

Allen is the only non-slime demon to enter the top sixteen, and his tall stature and outstanding appearance endow him with certain fans among humans.

Waving to his supporters, Allen suddenly turned to Weak Chicken and asked: "I have a question. Why do you look at me like you are looking at a dead person?"

"Uh... the reasons for this are complicated."

"You also have prophets. Could it be that you have seen my death? I will die soon?"

"...Well, I can't say. But at least you don't have to worry too much about this war."

"That's good, can we start?"

"Waiting for you anytime."

Allen snapped his fingers.

A chair was generated out of thin air, and an invisible servant appeared on the competition stage, and thoughtfully prepared black tea, small desserts, and a management book for Allen.

Having done this, the invisible minion picked up the racket and hit a fast, sharp slice.

"That's okay!" All the audience couldn't help shouting.

The professor quickly flipped through the rules, and then asked from a distance: "Alan, does your servant have a will of his own?"

"No, it's just a magic puppet." Allen replied flipping through the book.

"That's no problem, please continue."

"Shadow, I want to report!" The suppressed weak chicken man shouted loudly.

No one paid him any attention.

As a powerful magician, Allen was also imbued with various curse balancing abilities, but his invisible servant did not.

This servant, who is equivalent to a general-level demon, relied on his extraordinary strength to severely suppress the weak chicken man, causing the opponent to have no ability to fight back.

"Damn it, it's actually possible to do this. But it's okay, Sajia Demon and Wu Shuangxiu, ghost system, turn on the automatic singing mode."

Considering that some magician players might be able to undo the curse, the conference specifically stipulated that all midway undoing will be punished as losers.

However, the purpose of Weak Chicken Man is not to break the curse, but to buff himself.

After the magic buffs were applied to him one by one, he was finally suppressed from the beginning, and slowly gained the upper hand, and finally he was able to fight against the invisible puppet.

After scoring a point with difficulty, the weak chicken man shook off the sweat on his body and shouted excitedly: "However, I can do it too."

"Not bad." Allen clapped his hands, then waved his fingers like a conductor.

Then, a second invisible puppet appeared.

Then the third, the fourth...

In a short while, there were seven more invisible servants on Allen's side, each with a racket in his hand.

"Referee, you don't care!"

"It's useless, weakling." Allen said leisurely, "I've read the rules, and this situation is okay. Don't forget, I'm a devil, and devils like to take advantage of rules."

"Asshole!"

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