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 named Red Wine Stewed Dog Meat, and a childhood sweetheart who was a big sister who was a few years older than himself.

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

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

As Calamity's Son of the God of Sacrifice, he ages slowly, making him the longest-reigning king ever.

People call him Shengjun, but only he knows that he is just a guy who is better at relying on others, or hugging his thighs.

After waking up, Snow stood beside the bed in his puppy pajamas, looking at the outside world.

"I can't get tired of seeing the scenery of the Land of Wonders anytime. Where should I spend my life today?"

"How about at your desk?"

Her daughter's voice sounded behind her.

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

"It's eight o'clock in the evening. Did you do 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 about contacting slime and revealing her identity."

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

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

Sometimes she feels that her father is an idiot, but sometimes she feels that the other party is a strong man with great wisdom and foolishness.

She knew that he had experienced many things, had connections with many important figures, and sometimes even had a drink with King 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 beside her father, she couldn't help asking: "Father, I feel that you have been hiding something. What exactly did you need to hide for so long?"

"True history.

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

"You are still a child of disaster!"

"Didn't I tell you? You too."

"Me too! How many things are you hiding from me!"

"A lot, but that moment is coming soon, I can pick some unimportant things to talk about. For example, the story of my meeting your mother."

"I still have my mother!"

"I'm starting to worry about my daughter's mental state. Go and pour me a glass of milk, and I'll tell you slowly."

After taking the milk handed by his daughter, Snow thought for a while, and then said, "Where do we start?"

"From my mother's part." Elizabeth shook her slender legs enthusiastically, from her blond hair to the leather shoes on the soles of her feet, every part revealed excitement and curiosity.

"Okay, I don't want to start from there. The past between me and your mother can be described by the words that slimes most often say."

"What is it?"

"What a day for Huskies."

Seventy-five years ago, Snow woke up.

He felt a pain in the head, as if he had been punched hard.

Looking around, he found that he was only wearing a pair of trousers, and beside him was a butler who was dozing off.

After shaking the other party vigorously, he stared at the butler and said, "Dog meat stewed in red wine?"

"Don't call me that name!"

The butler who woke up knocked Snow down with a punch, and then forcefully patched Snow's head a few times.

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

"I named it because your name was So Huan. I thought you agreed with the name."

"That's an outcry, you bastard!"

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

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

"It's quite sour, anyway, I understand that women are not trustworthy anymore."

Glancing at the housekeeper again, Snow sighed, "You can't trust pets, and you can't trust pets that turn into women."

"I beat you up."

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

"An insignificant elf druid was injured by the enemy for some reason, and then turned into a dog to escape, and was picked up and raised by you. After I recovered and left, I killed the enemy. When I came back to repay my favor, I found that you had gone. After that, I started looking for you as a housekeeper, and you know what happened after that."

"So, you knew that big sister had a problem a long time ago?"

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

Snow wanted to say that no dog, no matter how powerful, can do it, you are just a dog better than a dog.

But 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 earlier."

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

"I didn't expect you to look pretty good as a human."

The housekeeper sneered: "I thought you were only interested in dogs. Who was the guy who rolled me all over the floor when I was a child and said that I would marry a dog? Who is it?"

"Don't suddenly tell me about my black history as if nothing had happened?"

"Then you should seriously think about how to get out of trouble. Now you also 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 apart 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 and gain powerful abilities in a short time. They are very difficult to deal with."

"How about killing all those believers?"

"Every believer has obtained the blessing of the sacrificial god by sacrificing his own tongue. Those who kill them directly will lose a lot of attributes for a certain period of time. And this time is enough for the priest to kill me and take you to do what you want to do most."

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

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

"Is now the time to think about that kind of thing! Can you give me the main point."

"That question is the point for me."

"Sit down, stewed dog meat with red wine!"

The butler sat down reflexively, his face flushed instantly.

"Get me up!"

"Sit down for me first, and I'll 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 butler squatting.

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

Snow knew now how they prayed.

And this way is also a way of communication, a large number of believers poured in from the passage, rushing towards Snow regardless of their own safety.

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

"I told you, don't call me by that name!"