Chapter 395 Only by giving yourself to me? (Six Thousand)

The itchiness on her face made Carol's expression quickly darken. Coupled with Ron's strange look, this girl, who was not too stupid, could easily tell what was happening on her face.

In my mind, those bloody and disgusting scenes kept rolling.

She knew that sooner or later, she would end up in that situation, but she never expected that day would come so soon.

When it really came to this, Carol was no longer afraid, she just felt a little regretful.

One month.

Heferson gave herself a month. She wanted to use this month to visit more places and at least leave behind a few precious memories in her miserable life.

But I never expected that Heferson was unwilling to give himself even a month.

That guy must have left some extremely secret magic mark on me. After realizing that I had betrayed him, he detonated the potion in advance. What a pity!

Carol exhaled slightly.

She could feel that the inexplicable itching on her body became more intense.

She raised her eyelids and looked at the small town shrouded in moonlight with her big emerald eyes, at the dark forest in the distance, at the bright moon above her head and the twinkling stars around her.

She looked very hard, very hard.

It’s as if I want to imprint all of this beauty into my soul.

She looked for a long time, and then the willow-leaf-shaped dagger appeared silently in her palm. Without any hesitation, she stabbed it towards her heart.

Clean and crisp.

She knew very well that once the poison took effect, ending her life directly would be the best option.

Besides, she is a girl too.

Although she knew that her figure was a little pitiful, she was still very confident about her appearance. It was said that it was almost impossible to find an ugly woman in the elves. And judging from her appearance alone, Carol was the best choice in the elves. She had skin as smooth as snow and a pair of long legs. Except for her slightly barren chest, she was a beauty in every way.

A woman like this, coupled with considerable strength, would naturally be more proud. Since she knew that the potion in her body had taken effect and death was inevitable, Carol at least wanted to maintain her final dignity.

Even if I die, I want to die beautifully, instead of rotting away and leaving only a pool of foul-smelling thick water.

Carol had experienced death countless times, so she had no fear of it at all.

However, just when the end of the dagger was about to pierce the heart, Ron's right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Carol's wrist by a hair's breadth.

The tip of the dagger even pierced through his clothes.

The sharp sword energy had already created a small wound on the skin of the chest. A trace of bright red blood seeped out, leaving a deep mark on the black tights.

Carol continued to push, but Ron's fingers were like iron clamps. After several useless attempts, Carol had no choice but to give up and looked at Ron with a gloomy face: "Why are you doing this?"

"I already know that I will die. Do you still want to humiliate me before I die?"

Ron shook his head slightly: "Watching a beauty rot and die, what's the difference between that and burning the piano and cooking the crane?"

"I just want to ask you, have you ever taken the potion? Do you know what the potion looks like? Is it a cluster of gray-black gas in a bottle?" Ron thought for a moment and asked.

Carol shook her head: "No, it's a black, sticky liquid."

Ron muttered to himself that this was a little different from the potion he got from the Temple of Dusk.

After a brief silence, Ron sighed, turned his palm, and a glass bottle appeared in his palm. Inside the bottle was the gray-black gas he had just mentioned. There seemed to be countless tiny insects hidden in the gas, which were slowly wriggling in the bottle, and occasionally one could even hear a rustling sound.

Although the gas did not come out of the bottle, just watching it made one's scalp tingle.

"My kind of potion can also produce the same effect as Miss Carol. It is better to say that it is exactly the same. After being corroded by the potion, blisters will appear on the body, and then the blisters will burst. The skin, flesh and even bones will gradually rot. After experiencing extreme pain, they will slowly die... I can't confirm whether these two potions are the same, but... I also have the antidote for this potion."

Carol's eyes suddenly brightened, and she finally understood what Ron meant.

The two potions have the same effect, and maybe the antidote is the same too.

I'm going to die anyway, so why not give it a try? It won't be worse than death.

Although Carol committed suicide decisively, it did not mean that she really did not want to live. If there was a chance that she could survive and break free from Hefferson's control, she would really like to walk around and see the world.

Carol took a deep breath, loosened the dagger in her hand, and stretched out her right hand towards Ron.

Ron did not hesitate and handed Carol the antidote for the rotten potion. At the same time, he also prepared a healing magic hymn of the Dawn system. If something went wrong, at least Carol's life could be saved for a while to see if there were any other solutions! Looking at the glass bottle in her hand, which contained some clear liquid, she gently shook it, and bubbles appeared on the surface of the liquid. Carol pursed her lips and no longer hesitated. She raised her head and drank the liquid in the bottle.

I don't know what ingredients this antidote is made of, and it tastes a bit sour.

The potion had just entered the abdomen and had not produced any strange reactions yet.

However, neither Ron nor Carol were disappointed at all. On the contrary, their eyes were sparkling.

Although the chickenpox on Carol's face did not disappear, it did not increase either. She even felt that the itching on her face had decreased a lot. This alone was enough to prove that even if Ron's antidote could not completely cure the disease, it could at least relieve most of it.

About two or three minutes passed, and Carol suddenly felt a slight heat in her abdomen.

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

The effect of the antidote seemed to be starting to become stronger.

The originally slight temperature gradually became exaggerated. Carol felt as if there was a flame burning fiercely in her abdomen. The rolling heat waves surged through her limbs in a short time. Dense beads of sweat began to ooze out of her body. The tights on her body were also soaked, and the tight and delicate skin underneath the tights could be vaguely seen.

The heat even made Carol feel unbearable. She opened her mouth and streams of hot air kept gushing out. With Carol's body as the center, the air around her even gradually distorted.

She seemed to be in some pain, but was still enduring it. Her hands were subconsciously clenched, and suppressed and painful moans came out from her lips from time to time. Fortunately, Agnes, Irelia and Cecilia were all asleep, otherwise, seeing this scene, they would have thought that Ron was doing something bad again.

Wow! Suddenly, Carol's chest moved violently, her chest cavity expanded violently, and then quickly contracted. A stream of blood flowed directly upstream and rushed straight into her throat. This somewhat clumsy elf assassin could no longer bear it, and she opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

However, unlike ordinary blood, the blood that Carol sprayed out was not bright in color, but rather a depressing dark brown.

Just after this mouthful of poisonous blood spurted out, Carol's face suddenly turned pale.

His whole body seemed to be drained of all strength in an instant. He stepped back several steps, and his legs seemed unable to support his body anymore. He kept shaking. In the end, he even sat down on the ground, gasping for breath.

Although Carol looked very embarrassed, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

As the blood spurted out, Carol felt that the shackles that had bound her body disappeared at this moment.

She knew that from now on, she would no longer have to worry about the potion corroding her bones, no longer have to worry about her body rotting in severe pain and despair. Not to mention a month, even if it took a year, ten years, or a hundred years, she would no longer be controlled by Heferson.

At this moment, she was free.

The heat in my body finally subsided, and the abnormal blush on my face gradually faded away.

After continuing to pant hard for a while, Carol finally returned to normal. She raised her eyes and looked at the man opposite with her emerald green eyes: "Thank you, this is a life-saving grace, how do you plan to repay you?"

"How about marrying me?" Ron joked to ease the tense atmosphere.

But what he didn't expect was that Carol looked down at her chest, but she didn't see anything, and she looked directly at the ground. She pursed her lips and said, "If you don't mind my thin body, then I don't mind..."

Puff! This sentence directly shocked Ron, and he looked at Carol with shock in his eyes.

Wow, so generous.

Who said elves are symbols of purity?

Isn’t this more open than humans?

Chapter 2. Currently 6,000 words have been updated, and there will be another 6,000 words later, so the total for today will be 12,000 words.

(End of this chapter)