This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The director was surrounded and took the position of the commander-in-chief, and he felt that he was in high spirits and arrogant.

Because of his reputation as a professional in bad movies, he hasn't had the chance to make movies for a long time.

But this time, he wants to prove with his strength: he is not incapable of directing!

This time, he wants to change his style and put all the later arrangements in the early stage, so that everyone can feel his ability from the early stage.

Moreover, he wants to challenge himself to create an unprecedented horror film, using the most terrifying scenes to express the deepest and most divided human nature!

Brother Pure Love, come on! I have already sent you the lines, remember to perform well.

Seeing the lines sent by the director, brother Chunai's eyes changed.

You let me say such a high-level line! Your XP is too strange!

This is art, come on! The director continued to insist.

Qing Mei Gao came over with a blank expression, and then beat up the director severely.

Finally, he spat at the director with a bruised nose and swollen face: Bah! I'll give you another chance!

Rubbing his swollen face, the director stood up again, and said fearfully: Okay, you have the final say if you have high attributes, just be normal.

Only then did Brother Chunai heave a sigh of relief, then he pretended to be a kid and jumped in front of the intruder.

Ojisang. An extremely rough voice sounded from Chunai's mushroom, I have been waiting for you for a long time. You are so slow, you have to die three times.

Black Dagger stared at the brat dumbfounded, completely confused about what was going on.

Why does such an ugly demon speak in such a rough voice? Talking in such a strange tone?

This dungeon is so weird.

However, the words die three times still made him vigilant, and he threw the dagger in his hand directly, and it fell into the forehead of Brother Chunai.

Afterwards, his four subordinates rushed towards the little brat immediately, and the daggers in their hands flew up and down, cutting Chunai brother into pieces.

Seeing Chun Ai's body disappear, the six people's first reaction was to check if they had been hit by an illusion, otherwise how could they meet such a strange kid.

The room director also felt weird.

Strange thing, I originally planned to let Brother Chunai break into the enemy's interior, and then cooperate with the inside and outside to lead the opponent into despair. The opponent was not fooled. They are really a group of NPCs with high IQ.

You let her die three times when you came up, and I hacked her to death too. The weak chicken man complained helplessly.

I wonder if the tsundere attribute is very popular?

The one who looks good is called Tsundere, and the one who is not good-looking is called dead!

So that's the case, then I'll try again. Divine painter, please help me.

On the screen, six people checked one side, found that they were not under the illusion, and moved on.

As they walked, they were still gathering the information they had collected.

I found traces of the battle. It can be seen that each other used heavy weapons such as trebuchets. There should be a big battle here.

No corpse was found, but there are bloodstains, which can support the previous judgment. Because there is no corpse, I suspect that the demon here will disappear like the little ghost just now, or there are other existences devouring these corpses.

I didn't find too many useful things. There is a place in the distance that is protected by forbidden magic vines, but those forbidden magic vines did not attack us. It seems that they are in an inactive state, so don't worry about it for now.

Continue to go deep and see if there is any information.

After sorting out the information, the six of them continued walking on the snow when they suddenly heard a beautiful voice.

Human warriors, are you here to save me?

Turning their heads, the six of them saw the most beautiful woman in their life.

In the next second, Ferdinand III cut the opponent down.

The director in the conference room looked at this scene suspiciously: It's strange, it's already done so well, why did the other party still do it?

Aren't you talking nonsense! The weak chicken man roared angrily, If you put a piece of paper on your body, anyone with a normal IQ will be cut off! You can't even fool an otaku by doing this, okay?

Okay, let me try another trick.

Next, the director changed more than a dozen tricks non-stop, making the weak chicken man watching from the sidelines more and more desperate.

Finally, he couldn't help biting the director, and shouted angrily: Please, don't try your new tricks, can you do something normal and logical?

But I think it's quite logical.

Your logic is not logic, it's shit! It's the dross of human wisdom, the mistake of human evolution, the disgrace of film art, the reason for aliens to attack the earth, and the eternal stain on human history. Proof of amnesty!

When the weak chicken man was crazily complaining about the director, the crazy little policewoman sneaked up.

She secretly changed her name in You Q to Director, and immediately typed: Everyone pay attention, the plan has changed, the player on standby next to the second seat started to attack the invaders.

After receiving the order, the player in position 2 immediately jumped out, pretended to be in a different form, and rushed towards the six intruders.

Seeing the demon rushing up, Ferdinand III immediately burned his spiritual energy with all his strength, escaped from the encirclement of the demon, and rushed forward.

Behind him, the five Black Daggers also burned their spiritual energy, and their speed increased several times. Like a shadow, they galloped forward close to Ferdinand III.

What are you doing, crazy little policewoman! Noticing the current situation, the weak chicken man shouted angrily.

It's so boring, I want to do something interesting.

But you ruined the whole plan!

What's so fun about taking off your clothes? Listen to me, my plan is fun. Keep fighting, keep going!

The weak chicken man felt that a string in his head was broken.

He tried so hard to help take off his clothes to complete the plan, but he was surrounded by pig teammates!

When the gods come, they can't take them away!

Then why is he still grabbing the last piece of clothing!

Come on, be merry, there's plenty of folly!

Pushing the Crazy Police Girl away, he said directly in the group: Now, on behalf of the director, all plans are cancelled, let's play freely, just don't kill them.

The director still wanted to talk, but the weak chicken stared at him, reminding the director of the investors' eyes after seeing the finished film.

Murderous!

So, he had no choice but to say in the group: Yes, I agree.

After that, it was time for the demons to dance wildly.

The players who had held back for a long time set off immediately, as if a college student who had been training for a month saw the Internet cafe and rushed towards the six people outside.

Facing the flood of players, Ferdinand III and his team immediately felt great pressure.

These players did not pretend at all. Hundreds of players with various skills were directly thrown at Ferdinand III and his party, and one of them would be blood money.

It doesn't matter if you die, the respawn point is not far away, and running over to pick up equipment is another hero.

Although the strength of the players is not as good as that of Ferdinand III, and there is no command, the coordination is also very messy, and they will hack their own people to death.

Moreover, these players intended to show mercy, which gave Ferdinand and his party a little room to breathe.

But Infinite Rebirth, more than exhausted players swarmed up, and drove each other to a dead end in a short time.

In the conference room, the weak chicken man laughed wildly as he watched the scene on the screen.

That's it, fuck your plan, fuck your clothes off! Fuck 'em, fuck 'em! Hahaha!

It's finally fixed, this broken signal.

Hearing this voice, Weak Chicken Man immediately returned to normal, and the cold sweat flowed down instantly.

Stiffly twisting his body into twists, he saw the back of him taking off his clothes back to normal, and looked at the image with interest.

After watching for a while, he turned to Weak Chicken Man and asked with a smile, Weak Chicken Man, who do you want to kill?

The weak chicken man gave up thinking.

The weak chicken man committed suicide.