This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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When the light of the Dawn Demon God lit up, the leader of a gathering place opened his eyes.

He greedily recalled the fragrance of the dream, but after a few seconds, he reluctantly left the warm bed and began to prepare for today's work.

It's the beginning of spring now, although he doesn't know why there are such obvious four seasons in the Ninth Hell, but this does not affect him to divide the four seasons and rely on the seasons to determine the day's work.

Putting on a thick, smelly animal hide, he stood up and looked at an animal bone hanging from the beam with a hemp rope, and blew hard on the animal bone.

The bone began to spin slowly, and when it finally stopped, its sharper end pointed north.

Although this approach may be a bit superstitious, the leader feels that the probability of getting food in this way is not low.

Every gathering place that can survive to the present has more or less superstitions. After all, in the hell where life and death are involuntary, using this method can make them feel that their fate is still their own.

Opening the curtain, he shouted loudly in the middle of a pile of tents: There may be discoveries in the north, let's go to the north today!

Ragged tribe members came out of the tent one by one, yawning.

Afterwards, the sounds of gargling, fighting, grabbing food, and the crying of children continued, and it took a long time to subside.

After the expedition team finished dressing, someone asked, Chief, when are we going to find the royal family?

Hurry up, collect another batch of food, and we will have enough supplies.

Otherwise, let's go to the New North Wind City. It is said that the construction there is quite good. And it's relatively close, we...

Before he finished speaking, he received an iron fist from the leader.

New City of the North Wind? How can that kind of rubbish be compared with the royal family? Listen to me, in the royal family's territory, the river is not water, but golden mead; the trees are not leaves, but avocado rolls Bacon! As soon as you walk into the other party's territory, there is gold everywhere.

Then don't they pick it up? A tribe member asked curiously.

You don't understand this, they have high morals,

Everyone is like a saint, they won't do things like bending over to pick up gold. They don't have to work, and they don't have to worry about the intrusion of evil things, because their saint-like hearts are immune to all evil things. Even if it is the most ordinary royal family, just a word can dispel evil things and turn the surroundings into a holy place.

That's great... a member said longingly.

It just so happened that I got a ghost TV, and now I will let you open your eyes and watch the wonderful performance of the royal family.

Skillfully turned on the ghost TV, the leader adjusted the channel, and soon found a program.

After turning to the program with This program is sponsored by the royal family, the leader nodded in satisfaction: That's it, watch it well.

All the members gathered around, watching the video excitedly, screaming so handsome and this is awesome from time to time.

Halfway through the video, the emotions of all members had reached a climax.

Everyone is silent.

They have been completely immersed in the wonderful show, just quietly watching, and looking forward to the arrival of the finale.

Then, the nightmare came.

After the ending was played, no one moved until someone started crying silently.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

This feeling is like meeting a like-minded girl in the wild, and when you are about to complete the great harmony of life in the woods, you accidentally find that the other's is bigger than your own.

Of course, some people may be more excited, but not them.

That's how they feel after watching the video.

The leader also felt like he had eaten chocolate-flavored shit, and what was even more hateful was that the other party told him with great fanfare at the end that that thing was shit.

Out-and-out, fake shit.

Suppressing the nausea, he said: This is an elegant art, we may not understand it. Let's have another one.

The next program sponsored by the royal family has begun.

This video is even more exciting than the previous one. The first ten minutes are simply the pinnacle of human art, and at the end everyone burst into screams.

Why! This guy can become a giant and see the future, and the co-author will be a fart at the end!

The endings I dig out with my toes are better than this!

God, can you hear my voice! Please erase my memory, any method will do!

The leader couldn't hold back, and went to the toilet to stare at the excrement for ten minutes before he calmed down.

Returning to his original position, he said to the angry members: Look at one more, just one, bad things don't happen three times in one day, I think this time it must be more serious.

By the end of the third episode, the leader had been hanged by angry members.

The brains that can produce this kind of program must be sick! The royal family that can produce this weird culture must also be sick! Let us go to that damned place, you might as well just kill us!

That's right! To his royal family, we're going to the New North Wind City! Who agrees and who opposes!

Anyone who dares to object will be hanged!

The royal family must die! I and the royal family are sworn to death!

The angry residents of the gathering place hung up the leader, collected all the supplies, and then walked towards the city of New North Wind on the soft soil.

And the city of New North Wind ushered in another population explosion.

Three days later, Dylan counted the latest population data and felt that it was outrageous.

He found and took off his clothes, lowered his head and asked suspiciously: Is your program so effective? The population has doubled recently, and the growth trend has not yet slowed down.

Stop talking, I'm enduring the condemnation of my conscience. Although we have a hostile relationship with the royal family, I still think this behavior is too inhuman.

Do you still have a conscience! The weak chicken man on the side shouted angrily, Can you care about me who is reviewing the film for you!

You deserve it, go watch a movie.

He knocked the weak chicken man back to the basement, took off his clothes, jumped back and said to Dylan, If the effect is good, keep it up, but I only have one request, don't say we did it.

I'll try my best, and you should do your best too. Look at the posture of this new batch of people. If they know that you did it, then they will be the first to kill you.

That's good. Let's talk about how to resettle the new population later. Well, what's that?

In the sky, a huge monster flew over from a distance.

Its size is even comparable to that of the Demon King, and its huge figure fully demonstrates the unique beauty of the Demon King Industry. The smooth lines are like exquisite oil paintings, which are pleasing to the eye.

Accompanied by a dark cloud, this airship the size of an ancient dragon landed on the square and almost filled the square.

After the airflow subsided when the airship landed, the door of the airship slowly opened, and an old man leaned on a cane and walked out slowly with the help of a maid.

This is an old man who looks very kind. His temperament is like the autumn sun, neither too hot nor too cold.

He walked slowly to Dylan and took off his clothes, took off his felt hat and saluted lightly, and then said with a smile: Please forgive me for coming here rashly, but I have some very important things to discuss with you .I am the royal family, number 3.

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