Chapter 394 Sure enough, she is still a little silly. (Three thousand)

To Ron, Carol is a special person.

He knew that there was such a hidden protagonist, but because he had missed the opening of the plot and was reluctant to start over, he ended up missing Carol. As a result, he had not seen many posts related to Carol even on the forum.

As a prophet who knows the future development of the game very well, Carol is like a black hole. He doesn't know this woman's personality, doesn't know this woman's preferences, doesn't know how to improve Carol's favorability, and doesn't know where the key plot to conquer this woman is. Everything can only be explored slowly.

I have to say, this is a pretty good challenge.

He raised his eyes and looked at Carol. At first, he thought Carol was a silly and cute killer. There are many such characters, but it must be said that they are very likable.

But soon, he discovered that this silly killer seemed to have some perverted hobbies.

Until now, he discovered that there were countless secrets hidden deep in the heart of this stupid killer.

Silly, flat-chested, a beautiful older sister, a hellish past, an open-minded personality, a little perverted... Many of the elements in the game that can arouse players' interest and make people fall in love have begun to emerge in Carol.

Ron didn't know how much Carol liked him at the moment, but he knew that he was becoming more and more curious about this woman, Carol.

Oh my god, who is attacking whom?

Seeing Ron staring at her, Carol's vision became a little dazed, her eyes wandering around, her little hands subconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes, feeling a little uneasy.

A blush quickly flowed down the slender neck and onto the fair little face, making it look bright red.

My heart was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts flooding into my mind:

Could it be that he was aware of what he was thinking? Ahhhhh, how embarrassing.

Since he already knew what I was thinking, why was he still motionless? What was he waiting for? Was he waiting for me to speak up and stripping away all my dignity?

Ah, what a cruel demon, what a twisted habit.

What should I do? What should I do? It seems to be even more exciting.

Would he think of himself as a pervert? The thoughts in my mind became more and more confused.

In the end, her entire brain had almost completely turned into a mess. Perhaps even she herself didn't know what she was thinking about. Carol only felt that the temperature of her body seemed to be rising continuously, as if she had a fever, and her forehead was getting hotter and hotter.

Above your head, you can even see white water vapor faintly.

In fact, as a hidden heroine, the process of conquering Carol is not difficult. She has a slight masochistic tendency. As long as you grasp this point, prescribe the right medicine, and assist her with gentleness, it will be easier to conquer Carol than other heroines with this combination of strength and gentleness.

The difficulty lies in how to enter Carol's plot and how to detect that Carol has a masochistic tendency.

Ron's previous slaps... well, maybe a dozen... well, maybe even dozens of slaps, were, by some strange coincidence, the necessary conditions for conquering Carol.

Of course, Ron didn't know this.

Seeing Carol, who was originally talking to him peacefully, her face turned redder and her breathing became more and more rapid, he was a little confused for a moment, not understanding why this elven female assassin suddenly became like this, looking like she was sick.

The physical fitness of a legendary master is so exaggerated. Getting sick? It's simply a joke.

Having said that, Ron finally raised his right hand and placed it on Carol's forehead.

It’s okay if you don’t touch it, but it’ll be scary if you do.

Ron's eyelids twitched violently. He felt as if there was a red-hot iron under his palm. It was not an exaggeration at all. Carol's body temperature was frighteningly high.

Ron opened his mouth and was about to ask Carol if she felt any other discomfort besides the high temperature, but when his eyes fell on Carol's little face, his expression suddenly changed.

All I saw was a few strange bubbles suddenly appearing on Carol's fair cheeks.

Under Ron's gaze, those chickenpox spots gradually emerged from beneath the fair skin.

Ron, who had experienced too many strange things, was no longer as ignorant as before. His face suddenly turned gloomy, knowing that something strange had happened to Carol.

Carol didn't notice anything wrong with herself. Instead, it was the stimulation of Ron's cold palm that finally made her regain a little bit of rationality. The shame deep in her heart made this elf girl unable to bear it any longer.

Although she looked carefree and didn't care about anything, she was still just a girl who had just turned seventeen. She subconsciously wanted to escape from Ron's grasp. She stood up suddenly with her slender and tall body, and then...

Bang……

The little head hit the windowsill.

Very hard and with great impact.

Ron even felt the wall behind him shake.

Carol was grimacing in pain, her lips sucking cold air. She covered her head with her little hands, squatted down, and her big eyes were full of tears, making her look extremely pitiful.

That look made Ron sigh helplessly.

Sure enough, she is still a little silly.

Carol was literally about to cry.

Although she had been through hell and didn't care much about things like decency, this time she still felt that all her dignity had been completely lost.

Carol bit her lower lip hard with her white teeth. After several seconds, she seemed to have finally recovered a little. She looked at Ron with some hatred, as if she blamed Ron for all the humiliation she had suffered today.

"I'm leaving now."

Carol reached out her hand and gently leaned on the windowsill, then wanted to jump from the third floor.

But Ron didn't give her the chance. He moved faster and pressed hard on Carol's shoulders, making it impossible for Carol's little butt to leave the windowsill.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Carol stared at Ron angrily: "I've told you everything I know."

"It's not those..." Ron stared at Carol's pretty face and exhaled slowly: "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next. I want to ask you... Have you ever seen with your own eyes what members of an assassination group like you look like when the potion takes effect?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Carol was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect Ron to force her to stay just for this issue.

She thought for a moment and said, "I've only seen it once, and it was pretty scary."

"I have never seen such disgusting and horrific scenes in my life. Even what I experienced in the White House, although bloody, was still inferior in terms of horror."

Carol's face showed a trace of fear and strong disgust: "The effect of the potion is a very long process, and this process is enough for people to taste what true despair is."

"In order to better control the assassins under his command, Heferson requires that every year, every period, the survivors who have experienced the White House ten times must face a final test. That is, the luckiest person among all the survivors will be randomly selected. He will take the potion directly and will not receive any antidote."

"And the other surviving assassins must stay nearby and watch. They are not allowed to leave for any reason. Heferson wants to use this method to make us understand how terrible the potion we took is and what kind of punishment we will suffer if we betray him."

"I know the chosen person. His strength is only average, and his character is not that good. He has an older sister. It was under his sister's protection that he was able to survive the White House time and time again. The last time, his sister killed all the enemies for him and then committed suicide..."

"His sister probably just wanted her only relative to survive. Who could have imagined that her brother would die in a more miserable way than she did?"

"When the potion first starts to take effect, it's not too serious. There are just some blisters on the face."

"But these blisters will soon become unbearably itchy, making people want to scratch and scratch. Once the blisters are scratched, the fluid inside will flow out and spread into patches of blisters."

Carol couldn't help but shudder again, as if she thought of some extremely horrifying scene: "I still remember that male elf, after a day of torture, his whole body was covered with blisters, and he looked bloated."

"And this was only the first day. When the second day came, these wounds would burst on their own even without him scratching them. His skin began to fester and rot, and began to emit a strong stench."

"Heferson used dozens of different healing magics on him, even the hymns of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. However, no matter how powerful the healing magic was, it could not completely eliminate the pain in his body. At most, it could only alleviate it... No, it couldn't even be considered alleviation. It could even be said to double the torture."

"The healing magic will temporarily restore him to normal, but it won't be long before the effects of the potion take over again and his body will rot once again. For him, it will just be more torture in hell!"

"When the skin on his body is almost completely rotten, the drug will start to penetrate into his flesh and blood. I watched with my own eyes as his flesh and blood gradually turned into rotten meat, emitting a strong stench."

"Then, his bones."

"When his entire body was completely corroded, his suffering finally came to an end... I think, at that moment, he was no longer afraid of death. For him, there was only relief."

This is the potion that Hefferson uses to manipulate his men.

This is the most horrible and cruel method in the world.

Even just thinking about it, Carol still shuddered.

Ron's brows were tightly furrowed. Why was the potion that Heferson used to control his assassination team so similar to the rotten potion he got from the Temple of Dusk and used on Ashburn?

He had learned from Isabel about Ashburn's reaction, and there was almost no difference.

Could it be the same potion? Carol finished speaking in one breath. This was like being forced to turn over those memories that she didn't like. Her face turned pale. She shook her head and suppressed the nausea in her heart: "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

Ron had a strange look on his face. He didn't answer, but just looked at Carol silently.

That look made Carol shudder. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her: "Could it be that I am also..."

Before she could finish her words, Carol suddenly felt an unbearable itch on her face!

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