This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"If you want to be rich, build roads first! Don't think about being rich if you don't build roads."

Don't change the boss, bring a bunch of storage rings, sit on the walking house, and sing his own song excitedly along with the bumps.

Knowing that he could run to Sulfur City to build a house, the boss stopped taking care of his academic research and directly agreed to this matter, and then followed Brandt and Lu Fan on the road to Sulfur City.

Because they carry a lot of tools, they cannot pass through the portal, they can only move forward in this way.

Along with them are Little Master, Pande, Emma, ​​and a driver of House Gundam-Obsidian Band.

The driver of the Obsidian Band is a heroic ant demon. Although every ant demon is almost exactly the same, this ant demon is especially big sister.

If the ant and the devil are also divided into races, then Lu Fan feels that this driver is definitely of a hairy family.

The way she opened the house was also very bold. After a few bottles of medical alcohol, she drove out the effect of a sports car on the rugged road. If her balance was not good, she would vomit her stomach out in minutes.

The house they are driving now resembles a chariot, but with thick steel plates on the outside, two rows of tracks underneath, and the interior space is warm and elegant, just like the little princess in the heart of a steel man.

Little Master looked melancholy at the place of surprise going away behind him, waving a small handkerchief as if saying goodbye to his lover: "Farewell, my Elizabeth."

"Is Elizabeth your pet?" Brandt asked curiously.

"No, it's the crop I'm researching. I can only hand it over to Darwin and the Super Farmer. Damn, what's the feeling of being NTR?"

Brandt said that your gameplay is too high-end, I can't afford it.

After Pan De was preparing for the work after arriving in the Sulphur City, Lu Fan took his own notebook and thought over and over how to deal with the leader if he had the opportunity.

After all, the only person Brandt could chat with was Emma.

Brandt didn't want to chat with each other.

What happened yesterday has been imprinted in his mind, and he has never experienced the electric shock.

Recalling at this time, that scene was imprinted in his mind like a movie, firmly fixing the temperature of the girl's hand and the scent of lilies.

"Damn, what's wrong with me?"

"Mr. Brandt!"

"Wow!"

Brandt was frightened directly under the chair, his heart beating violently.

Getting up from under the chair, he saw Emma looking at herself with a smile.

"Mr. Brandt, you are so fun."

"Don't scare me, Miss Emma."

"Everyone is gay, just call me Emma."

"Emma...Miss."

"Emma."

"... Emma."

"very good."

Emma smiled and sat across from Brandt, and took out her notes: "I have a few questions that I don't quite understand, can you explain it to me?"

Emma stroked the scattered hair, then hung it around her ears, revealing her delicate ears.

The scent of lilies came oncoming, making Brandt's heart beat wildly again.

Trying his best to focus his attention on Emma's notes, Brandt firmly pinched the inside of his thigh, distracted himself with pain, and answered in detail.

These economic issues are not too difficult, but it is difficult to get one's attention away from Emma.

After barely explaining, Brandt found himself sweating.

"Thank you, Brandt. What's wrong with you?"

Brandt in front of him was sweaty, with red curly hair clinging to his forehead because of the sweat, and the tightly clasped teeth seemed to endure something.

Reaching out her hand, Emma touched the opponent's forehead: "I have a fever, would you like to take a break? My mother is a doctor, and I also learned a little medicine."

Brandt hurriedly avoided: "No, it's just too hot here."

"That's true, I feel a little hot too."

Emma took off her coat directly.

She wore a red woolen sweater inside, which was the product of Captain Sheep who contributed half of her wool. She was self-cultivation and comfortable to wear.

In addition to being good-looking, this woolen sweater also has some wrong magical additional effects. When necessary, you can directly cast a random teleport to escape the scene.

The slightly taut woolen sweater fully highlights Emma's green body, like a bud that is about to be laid, with infinite possibilities.

Brandt felt his brain explode.

Covering his nose, he felt the warm liquid flowing out of it.

"Mr. Brandt, you have a nosebleed."

"I know, I'll go to the bathroom."

Pushing aside the table in a hurry, Brandt ran away in a hurry, rushed into the bathroom, and began to frantically wash the nosebleeds on his body.

Pinching his nose, he stopped the nosebleed by himself, and then stared at himself in the mirror, embarrassed.

"I'm not right."

During the previous trip, he was sure he had no idea about Emma.

And he could see the complicated triangle relationship between the chipmunk, Winston and Emma, ​​and watch the play silently as a crowd of melon eaters.

Unexpectedly, it was just one contact, and he actually became a part of it.

"I'm not right." He repeated to himself again.

Leaving the bathroom, he did not go to Emma, ​​but found Lu Fan, who had already written three small notebooks.

Sitting opposite Lu Fan, he said to Lu Fan, "Mr. Normal, I don't think I'm right."

"I saw it when you invited me yesterday. Don't worry, I put you on the last page. It will be your turn to kill the hundreds of guys in front."

Brandt suddenly felt a chill.

Shaking his head, he restrained the urge to kneel and begged for mercy, and continued: "Well, I have a friend..."

"Be straightforward, your friend is yourself. If you are so verbose, I will let you jump in the queue."

Brandt knelt down involuntarily.

Using the chair beside him to support his body, Brandt trembles and sits down again, and seriously asks: "Sir, I have a question. I have incorrect thoughts about the wrong person. What should I do? "

"Then you can ask the right person. Little Master!"

"I'm at ~www.readwn.com~, looking up at the little master who admires the moving lines of the dog's tail grass.

"Let you take off your clothes and board your number, he is here."

"No, it's not surprising. As an official, can you not be so overbearing, okay? The account is the best?"

"The Devil has three chances to fuse."

"...Let me do something else, otherwise I will be a little nervous about this reward."

Later, the young master happily went offline and let him take off his clothes and go online.

Brandt looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and found that the little master in front of him had a completely different feeling.

The other party became calm and restrained, his wise eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making him feel that his secrets were invisible.

How weird are these slimes?

The one who put on the little master's vest took off his clothes and looked at Brandt for five minutes, then nodded and said, "This patient is kind of interesting."