This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's early morning, get up!"

Ferdinand II, who was in a hangover, was about to yell a few times, so that the guy with the loud voice was shut up, and he was punched in the stomach.

The strength of this punch is just right, it will not let him lose a few parts in his stomach, but also make him wake up quickly.

The only shortcoming is that this punch hit his stomach.

Ferdinand II retched on the side of the bed for a long time, then wiped his saliva and started: "Luo Lin, why did you get into my room? I remember I locked the door."

"Door? What door?"

Ferdinand II looked in the direction of the door and saw only debris on the floor.

A little farther away, his adjutant is embedded in the wall like a mural, and it is estimated that someone will be able to buckle it down later.

He looked at Luo Lin blankly: "Are you here to assassinate me?"

"What do you think of me! Lao Tzu is frank and frank, always clear!"

"...Well, I apologize. Are you trying to kill me clearly?"

"No, I told you to have breakfast!"

"...It's only five o'clock. I'm sleeping for a while. Let's combine breakfast, lunch and dinner. I'm not hungry yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he received another punch in the stomach.

Ferdinand II retched again for a long time, vomiting nothing but bile.

"You have nothing in your stomach, come and have breakfast with me! Before breakfast, brush your teeth and wash your face with salt. Your temperament will affect a person's heart, and a decadent temperament can only bring a decadent mind."

"I am an abandoned nobleman and have nothing to do with your church. And I have read your information. You have been expelled from Roland Church."

"It's okay, anyway, I have to call back one day sooner or later! Come here, have a meal, come over and exercise when I'm full!"

Ferdinand II was forced by Luo Lin to walk out of the room and onto the square of the barracks.

A pile of monsters’ corpses were placed in the middle of the square. Several exiles who were once butchers expertly skinned and bleed these monsters, and then made large pieces of monster meat into barbecue steaks and gave them to other hungry exiles. .

Ferdinand II was also forced to arrange a steak.

The steak was grilled until it was half cooked, the monster's head was still hanging not far away, and the dead fish eyes looked at the sky feebly.

So ugly.

Rubbing his stomach, Ferdinand II felt nothing inside.

"I'm not hungry. Since I was deprived of the title, I have no sense of taste, and now I eat everything like dirt."

"Really! God painter!"

"I'm not your subordinate, can you speak politely?" The master painter who ate the monster steak said dissatisfiedly.

"Please, O'Neill~"

"It's disgusting! Where did you hear this sentence?"

"When you were talking in your dreams! At that time, you said righteously,'Since you already know, then don't call my sister, call me Ernie Chan'! So what are you dreaming about! And what are you doing? , Are you female? The slime's gender is really amazing!"

"No, it's a pure man! Only occasionally releases a little girl's heart! Which macho doesn't have a little princess in his heart! Forget me!"

"Then help, O'Neill~"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Damn, don't tell me about this for the rest of your life!"

"It depends on your performance."

"Damn bastard!"

The master painter ran out angrily, and soon returned with a drawing board.

"Let's talk about it, what effect do you want?"

"You can see the effect of wanting to eat afterwards."

"Easy, five minutes."

Biting the paintbrush, the master painter drew on the drawing board quickly, dazzling people.

On the sidelines, Ferdinand II rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still couldn't make the opponent disappear.

"Am I drunk to this level?"

"Wake up, you didn't drink!"

"Then why can slimes talk and paint? Am I crazy or the world is crazy?"

"do not mind the details!"

"Is this a detail!"

When Ferdinand II was snarling frantically, the **** painter had already painted it.

He turned the drawing board half a circle, so that the things on the canvas could be seen clearly by Ferdinand II.

As soon as he saw the content on the canvas, a chill rose in Ferdinand II's heart.

It was a vivid picture of hell, with countless thin hungry ghosts eating frantically around a pile of food. The gluttonous appearance made people intuitively feel their hunger and thirst for food.

He turned his gaze away in horror, never expected that a painting could bring such a strong visual impact to people.

After the fear, he suddenly felt a strange feeling.

He felt his stomach roar, and there seemed to be a mill spinning in his stomach to remind him to bring food in.

Now, right away, right away!

The hunger in his abdomen became stronger and stronger, so that he could no longer restrain himself, picked up the steak in front of him, and bite it hard.

The steaks are not evenly grilled, some areas are burnt, and some places still have blood.

But anyway, he has no sense of taste, and everything he eats is the same.

After eating with big mouthfuls, Ferdinand II swallowed the meat pieces together with the juice. He ate a whole kilogram of meat steaks completely, but the hunger in the abdomen didn't alleviate much.

"I'm still hungry."

"Then eat more! Enough meat tube!"

Another whole kilogram of steak was placed in front of him.

Ferdinand II can no longer pay attention to the etiquette of the nobles. He grabbed the meat steak directly with his hands, devouring the meat steak like a hungry ghost he just saw, and in just a few minutes This steak was eaten in the stomach.

He still couldn't taste any taste, but the food delivered into his stomach made him feel so satisfied at this time that he made an uncontrollable moan.

"It's comfortable."

"Very well, then remember to eat lunch regularly! Now, rest for fifteen minutes and do squats with me!"

"I just want to sleep, and drink some wine when I wake up~www.readwn.com~Shen painter!"

"Come here, how do I feel it's better for me to go back to the Demon King."

The word "Devil" suddenly heard aroused the alarm of Ferdinand II, but before he could ask any questions, he saw the drawing board of the master painter.

Oops!

He has now realized that the paintings of the **** painters have extraordinary magical powers. They can create a very strong suggestive effect and make people strongly want to act according to the content of the painting.

At this time, the content on the drawing board is a macho man lifting weights.

The opponent's figure is beautiful and messed up. It is a body obtained after thousands of hard work. Every muscle is constructed from sweat, releasing a natural and harmonious beauty.

There was also a title next to it: "Little Army, Eternal God".

The moment he saw this painting, he was attracted by the **** of the world, and a strong desire to exercise appeared in his heart, making him cry out: "Take my iron sheet come over!"