This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Snow Cloud had a dream.

In the dream, he seemed to return to his childhood.

At that time, he raised a dog called red wine stewed dog meat, and a childhood sweetheart with a big sister who was a few years older than him.

However, their relationship is not good. The dog meat stewed in red wine has always wanted to eat each other, and so does the other party.

After that, he left his home, started wandering around, experienced many things, and then inherited the kingdom of the north.

Being the son of Calamity, the **** of sacrifice, he aged slowly, making him the longest-reigning king ever.

People call him the Holy Monarch, but only he knows that he is just a guy who is better at relying on others, or holding his thighs.

Snow, who woke up, was wearing his puppy pajamas, standing beside the bed, looking at the outside world.

"I never get tired of seeing the scenery of the Land of Surprise. Where should I go to spend my life today?"

"How about at your desk?"

The daughter's voice sounded from behind her.

Turning her head, Snow said to her frowning daughter, Elizabeth, "Morning, I got up at eight o'clock today."

"It's eight o'clock in the evening. Have you done what I reminded you to do?"

"What's the matter?"

Elizabeth resisted the urge to kill her father and said as calmly as possible: "It's just a matter of contacting the slime and revealing her identity."

"Ah, that matter, it's not time yet, we have to wait a little longer."

Elizabeth stared at her father, but the other party had no shame at all.

Sometimes she feels that her father is an idiot, but sometimes she feels that the other party is a wise and ignorant strong man.

She knew that he had gone through a lot of things, had connections with many big people, and sometimes even had a drink with His Holiness Luo Lin. God knows how such a guy who only knows how to waste his life knows so many people.

But he never said it.

Sitting next to her father, she couldn't help but ask, "Father, I feel like you've been hiding something. What is it that you have to hide for so long?"

"Real history. Not only me, but several Calamity Children have this task. We need to memorize the real history, and then use it as an anchor to fix the coordinates of history, and finally wait for the fusion to come."

"You are still the child of disaster!"

"Didn't I say it? You too."

"Me too! How much are you hiding from me!"

"A lot, but the moment is almost here, I can pick out some unimportant things to talk about. For example, the story I met with your mother."

"I still have a mother!"

"I'm starting to get a little worried about my daughter's mental state. Go get me a glass of milk and I'll talk to you slowly."

Taking the milk from his daughter, Snow thought for a while, and then said, "Where to start?"

"From my mother's part." Elizabeth swayed her slender calf with interest. From her golden hair to the leather shoes on the soles of her feet, every place revealed excitement and curiosity.

"Okay, it's okay to start from there. My past with your mother can be described by the most common words of slime."

"What is it?"

"It's really getting old for the husky."

Snow, seventy-five years ago, woke up.

He felt a pain in his head, and it felt like he had been punched hard.

Looking around, he found that he was only wearing a pair of trousers, and was sitting beside the housekeeper who was dozing off.

Shaking the other party vigorously, he stared at the housekeeper and said, "Dog meat stewed in red wine?"

"Don't call me that name!"

The revived housekeeper knocked Snow over with a punch, and then forced a few kicks on Snow's head.

"How many times have I protested, you still have to give me this name! Have you ever considered the dog's feelings! You haven't! You only think about how cool you are!"

"I named you so Huan, and I thought you agreed with the name."

"That's an outcry, you bastard!"

Tired of the kick, the butler sat down panting, and sneered after a while.

"How, how does it feel to be stabbed in the back by your big sister in your childhood?"

"It's sour. Anyway, I understand that women can't be trusted anymore."

Taking another look at the housekeeper, Snow sighed, "I can't trust pets anymore, and I can't trust women turned into pets."

"I beat you."

"Okay, okay, I won't pursue it, I just want to ask, who are you?"

"An insignificant elf druid was injured by an enemy for some reason, then turned into a dog and escaped, and was picked up and raised by you. After I recovered and left, I killed the enemy and came back to repay my gratitude. It was only when I found out that you were gone. After that, I started looking for you as a housekeeper, and you will know what happened next."

"So, you knew for a long time that there was something wrong with that big sister?"

"Don't underestimate the dog's nose. My transformation magic can completely imitate the characteristics of animals, and the smell of the **** of sacrifice can be smelled."

Snow wanted to say that no amount of powerful dogs can do it, you're just a dog better than a dog.

However, saying this sentence is a bit suspicious of beating, so don't say it.

After hesitating for a while, Snow scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood you before."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"I didn't expect you to be so pretty when you turn into a human."

The housekeeper sneered: "I thought you were only interested in dogs. Who was the guy who hugged me and rolled around and said that I would marry a dog in the future? Who is it?"

"Is it okay to say my dark history suddenly and casually?"

"Then give me a serious thought about how to get out of trouble. Now you understand that you have always been the target of the priests of the God of Sacrifice, and we must escape quickly."

"What abilities does that priest have? I saw that she was torn to shreds by you, but she was resurrected immediately."

"This is the special ability of the priests of the God of Sacrifice. They can sacrifice believers to achieve resurrection, gain powerful abilities in a short time, etc. They are very difficult guys to deal with."

"What about killing all the believers?"

"Every believer has obtained the blessing of the **** of sacrifice by sacrificing their tongues. Those who kill them directly will lose a lot of attributes for a certain period of time. And this time is enough for that priest to kill me and take you to do it. what you want to do most."

"It's very thoughtful, let me think about it... What are you looking at me for?"

The housekeeper's eyes curved into a dangerous arc: "Why didn't you refute when I said 'what you want to do most' just now?"

"Is it the time to think about that kind of thing! Can you give me the focus?"

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"Sit down, red wine stewed dog meat!"

The housekeeper sat down like a conditioned reflex, and his face flushed instantly.

"Get me up!"

"You sit for me first, and I think about what to do."

Before Snow could come up with a better solution, a group of believers came over and found Snow hiding in the corner and the squatting housekeeper.

They opened their tongueless mouths, and the wind from their throats danced between their teeth, forming a wonderful melody.

Snow now knew how they prayed.

And this method is also a way of communication. A large number of believers poured in from the passage and rushed to Snow regardless of their lives.

"Get up, run away, stewed dog meat with red wine!"

"I said, don't call me that name!"