This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"If you want to get rich, build roads first! If you don't build roads, don't think about getting rich."

Don't change the boss, wearing a bunch of storage rings, sitting on the walking house, singing a song he made up excitedly along with the bumps.

Knowing that he could go to Sulfur City to build a house, the boss agreed to the matter directly and followed Brandt and Lu Fan on the road to Sulfur City.

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

Along with them are the little master, Pender, Emma and a driver of the House Gundam - the Obsidian Band.

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

If ants and demons are also divided into races, then Lu Fan feels that this driver is definitely from the Maozi family.

The way she opened the house was also very bold. After drinking a few bottles of medical alcohol, she drove the rough road like a sports car, and she would spit out her stomach in minutes if she had a bad sense of balance.

The house they are driving now is similar to a chariot, but the outside is covered with thick steel plates, and the bottom is two rows of crawlers. The interior space is warm and elegant, just like the little princess in the heart of a steel hunk.

The little head looked melancholy at the land of surprises going away behind him, waving a small handkerchief as if saying goodbye to his lover: "Farewell, my Elizabeth."

"Is Elizabeth your pet?" Brant asked curiously.

"No, it's the crop I'm working on. The next thing is to leave it to Darwin and special farmers. Damn, what's the matter with this feeling of being NTR?"

Brandt said that your style of play is too high-end, and I can't afford it.

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

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

Brandt really didn't want to chat with the other party.

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

Recalling it now, that scene was imprinted in his mind like a movie, firmly fixing the temperature of the girl's hand and the lily-like fragrance.

"Damn,

What's wrong with me? "

"Mr. Brant!"

"Wow!"

Brant was directly under the chair in fright, his heart beating violently.

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

"Mr. Brant, you are really having fun."

"Don't frighten me, Miss Emma."

"Everyone is gay, just call me Emma."

"Emma...Miss."

"Emma."

"...Emma."

"very good."

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

Emma smoothed out the loose hair and hung it by her ears, revealing her delicate ears.

The scent of lilies hit his face, making Brant's heart beat wildly again.

Trying his best to focus on Emma's notes, Brant pinched his inner thigh tightly, distracted himself with pain, and began to explain in detail.

These few economic questions are not too difficult, but it is very difficult to divert one's attention from Emma.

After barely explaining, Brant found himself covered in sweat.

"Thanks, Brant. What's the matter with you?"

Brant in front of him was drenched in sweat, his curly red hair stuck to his forehead because of the sweat, and his tightly clenched teeth seemed to be enduring something.

Stretching out her hand, Emma touched the other person's forehead: "I have a little fever, do you want to take a rest. My mother is a doctor, and I have also learned a little medical skills."

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

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

Emma took off her coat directly.

She was wearing a red woolen sweater, which was the result of the captain of the sheep donating half of his wool. It was slim and comfortable to wear.

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

The slightly tight woolen sweater fully highlights Emma's youthful figure, like a flower bud ready to bloom, with infinite possibilities.

Brandt felt his brain explode.

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

"Mr. Brant, you have a nosebleed."

"I know, I'm going to the bathroom."

Pushing away the table in a hurry, Brant fled in a hurry, rushed into the bathroom, and began to wash the nosebleed frantically.

Pinching the wings of his nose, he let the nosebleed stop by himself, and then stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm not right."

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

And he can also see the complex triangular relationship between Chipmunk, Winston and Emma, ​​and watch the show silently as a melon-eating crowd.

I didn't expect that it was just a one-time contact, and I actually became a part of it.

"I'm not right," he repeated to himself again.

After leaving the bathroom, instead of looking for Emma, ​​he found Lu Fan who had already filled three small notebooks.

Sitting opposite Lu Fan, he said to Lu Fan, "Mr. Ordinary, I feel that something is wrong with me."

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

Brandt suddenly felt a chill.

Shaking his head, he resisted the urge to kneel down and beg for mercy, and continued, "Well, I have a friend..."

"Just be straight, your friend is yourself. If you talk so much again, I'll let you jump in line."

Brandt knelt down involuntarily.

Using the chair beside him to support his body, Brant sat down again tremblingly, and asked earnestly: "My lord, I have a question, I have wrong thoughts about the wrong person, what should I do? "

"Then you are asking the right person. Little Master!"

"I'm here." The little master who was admiring the moving lines of the dog's tail raised his head.

"Let take off your clothes and get off your number, he's here."

"No, it's nothing special. As an official, can you stop being so domineering? If you say you're the top account, you can top it?"

"A chance for the Demon King to fuse three times."

"...Let me do something else, otherwise I'm a little flustered with this reward."

Afterwards, the little boss happily went offline, and let him take off his clothes to go online.

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

The other party became calm and restrained, and his wise eyes seemed to see through everything, making him feel that his secret was invisible.

How weird are these slimes?

Putting on his vest, the man who took off his clothes looked at Brant for five minutes, then nodded and said, "This patient is interesting."