This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"These players are all slimes ()"!

Dylan is the forbidden son of the Greedy Demon God, and the shadows evolved from the body of the Greedy Demon God, and their powers are from the same source.

In addition, Dylan had just released his own potential, and at this time his whole body was entangled in the magic mist, so he was regarded by these shadows as his own compatriots and sent here for treatment.

But even without treatment, the magic mist on his body is still repairing his body, allowing him to return to normal quickly.

He looked suspiciously at the grumbling shadows, and couldn't help asking: "Is it okay for you to speak ill of your boss like this?"

"It's good to say bad things, but we will try our best when we should do our best." A shadow said comfortably, "We and the devil have the same goal, so although we are sometimes dissatisfied with the devil, we will still maintain the necessary loyal."

"Understood." Dylan nodded thoughtfully.

As long as the goals of each other are the same, it doesn't matter even if there are some dissatisfied voices underneath.

Recalling his rule in the North Wind City, he seems to have turned over such a problem.

Many subordinates admired him for being a human being, but in the end they left him, which seemed to be related to the inconsistency of goals.

As Dylan pondered, a shadow began to watch him closely.

Sensing the cold gaze of the other party, Dylan immediately became alert, lest the other party find out.

A moment later, the shadow reached out and grabbed Dylan's arm.

"you……"

"What's wrong with me?" Dylan asked nervously.

"Your figure is really good. You swallowed a lot of the same kind when you condensed. This body is almost like a living thing."

"Oh, yes, let me see."

"Awesome. Except for the dead Grand Duke of Shadow, it is really rare to see such a cohesive shadow. You must tell us about your experience when you have time."

"Hehe, next time."

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there is no need to worry about being discovered for the time being.

Putting aside his psychological burden, he bit his cigar, but did not light it, but asked pretending to be innocent: "I was born not long ago, so can any of you tell me what kind of demon the devil is?"

"child."

"Not yet weaned."

"The Electra complex is serious."

"Good face."

"Easier to cheat."

"kindness."

The shadow who was the last to speak had just finished speaking, and the lounge fell silent.

After a moment of silence, a shadow nodded: "I have to say, the Demon King is more benevolent."

"Yes, the worst punishment imaginable is to let you eat green peppers."

"That's right."

Dylan quietly listened to the shadows' judgment on the "devil king".

Amidst the discussions of a group of shadows, Dylan gradually understood the general character of the "devil king".

To put it simply, it is a child who is not bad in nature but lacks parental discipline.

About an hour later, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a shadow walked in and said, "It's shift change, dinner is ready, who will send it to the devil?"

"I'll do it," Dylan said, standing up.

Pushing the dining car to the devil's bedroom, Dylan deliberately waited at the door for a while, secretly listening to the voices inside.

A childish voice sounded in the room.

"Father, Mom, today I recruited another subordinate, he seems to be the son of taboo, I am very powerful."

"I also had a fight with a guy, he looks like a slime, but are all slimes this strong?"

"And there is..."

Knocking lightly on the door, Dylan asked at the door, "Master Demon King, may I come in?"

Immediately there was a series of noises in the room.

A minute later, a deliberately majestic voice sounded in the room.

"come in."

Pushing the door open, Dylan saw the "Devil King" sitting on the throne, holding bright red wine in his hand, and said proudly to Dylan below: "Is it you delivering the food? Put it over there and have a drink with me." .”

"Happy to accompany you."

On the opposite side of the devil, Dylan began to observe the movements of the "devil".

The way the other party eats is very unsightly. Most of the time, he doesn't like to use a knife and fork, but directly grabs the food with his armored hands, puts it into the helmet, and makes a swallowing sound in his abdomen.

He is a serious picky eater. He will eat what he likes until it is clean, and put aside what he doesn't like. This lack of education further deepens Dylan's judgment.

The other party is indeed a child who lacks discipline.

After a meal, the "devil king" had more stains on his body than after the previous battle.

Satisfied, he sat among the leftovers of the food, raised his head and said, "My subject, tell me something interesting."

"What do you want to hear?"

"It's just fun!"

"Well, then, I'll tell you a story about a chipmunk going through the winter."

As a father, Dylan is very competent in his daily life with his daughter.

No matter how tiring he is at work every day, he will take time out to write his experiences into short stories, and then tell his daughter.

After all, the truth is repeated a thousand times, and none of the stories are useful.

The story of the chipmunk is also very simple. It tells the children not to be picky eaters and not to waste through the story of a chipmunk who usually wastes food and goes hungry in winter.

When Dylan told the story, the "devil king" was also listening carefully.

He felt something was wrong when he heard that the chipmunk usually had the luxury of eating only what he wanted.

And after hearing that winter is coming and the chipmunks don't have enough food reserves, he feels a little nervous.

He was finally relieved to hear that the chipmunk found a food that he didn't like before, resisted eating it, and survived the winter.

After quietly listening to Dylan, the "devil king" looked at the dining table and became silent.

After a while, he reached out and picked up the food he didn't like.

"Don't get me wrong, this king is just a little hungry."

"It's up to you." Dylan laughed.

Seeing the devil struggling to eat, Dylan felt that the other party's education was a bit late.

But luckily it's not too late.

There are two best times to plant trees, one is ten years ago and the other is now.

As long as you are willing to start now, then everything is not too late.

(Isn't it too late if I pick myself up again?)

Reluctantly eating something he didn't like, the "devil king" stared at Dylan: "Tell me another interesting story!"

"It's not just me telling, I also hope to hear your story."

"Are you asking this king?"

"I haven't pledged my allegiance to you yet, so strictly speaking, I'm just your prisoner."

"Uh... You are right in saying that. Well, this king is very gracious and allows you to ask a question."

"Why do you want to hunt down the Demon King?"

"Chasing and killing? Are you mistaken? I am the child of the devil king. Although I am only a former devil king, I still have the blood of the devil king. Therefore, the things of the devil king are mine. The devil king is mine, I just Wanting to take back what belongs to me is not hunting at all."

"Then have you communicated well with them?"

"The devil is doing things, why should he communicate with others!"

"Fine, so I can start my next story. Let me tell a story about a chipmunk who doesn't communicate."

"Is there too much going on with this chipmunk?"

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