As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 394 Sure enough, she is still a bit stupid. (three thousand)

For Ron, Carol is a special existence.

He knew that there was such a hidden protagonist, but because he had missed the beginning of the plot and was reluctant to start it all over again, he could only pass by Carol in the end, and he had not seen much of Carol and Carol even on the forum. Posts about you.

As a prophet who knows the future development of the game well, Carol is like a black hole. He doesn’t know this woman’s character, her preferences, and what to do to improve Carol’s favorability. Knowing what is the key plot of conquering this woman, everything can only be explored slowly.

I have to say, this is quite a challenge.

He raised his eyes and looked at Carol. At first, he thought Carol was the character of a stupid and cute killer. There are many such characters, but I have to say that she is very likable.

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

Until now, he has discovered that there are countless secrets hidden deep in the heart of this idiot killer.

Cute, small breasts, beautiful big sister, hellish past, open-minded mind, little pervert... Many of the elements in the strategy game that can arouse players' interest and make people fall in love have already begun to appear on Carol. emerge.

Carol currently doesn't know how much she likes Ron, but Ron knows that he is becoming more and more curious about Carol.

Darling, who is attacking whom?

Seeing Ron staring straight at her, Carol's vision was a little dazed, her eyes were wandering around, and her small hands subconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes, feeling a little embarrassed.

A flash of flush followed her slender neck and quickly spread over her fair face, making her look red.

My heart was even more chaotic, and all kinds of thoughts came to my mind:

Could he be aware of his own thoughts?
Ahhhhh, this is so embarrassing.

Since he already knew what he was thinking, why was he still motionless? What was he waiting for? Does it mean that you have to wait for yourself to take the initiative to speak, and you have to strip away all your dignity?

Ah, what a cruel devil, what a twisted hobby.

What to do? What to do? What to do? It feels like it's more exciting.

Does he think of himself as a pervert?
The thoughts in my mind are getting more and more confusing.

By the end, her whole mind had almost completely turned into a ball of mush. Maybe even she herself didn't know what she was thinking. Carol only felt that the temperature of her body seemed to be rising, as if she had a fever. , my forehead is getting hotter and hotter.

Above the head, you can even see looming white water vapor.

In fact, as a hidden heroine, the process of conquering Carol is not difficult. She has a slight masochistic tendency. As long as we grasp this, prescribe the right medicine, and assist with gentleness and tenderness, with the combination of strength and softness, if you want to conquer Carol is more relaxed than the other heroines.

The difficulty is how to enter Carol's plot and how to detect Carol's masochistic tendencies.

The few slaps Ron had received before... well, maybe a dozen... well, maybe dozens of slaps, through some combination of circumstances, the necessary conditions for conquering Carol were achieved.

Of course, Ron didn't know this.

Seeing Carol, who was talking to him normally, her face became redder and redder, and her breathing became more and more rapid. He was a little confused for a moment, and he didn't understand why this female assassin from the elf tribe suddenly became It looks like he is sick.

How exaggerated is the physical fitness of the legendary master? Is he sick?
It's a joke.

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

It doesn't matter if you don't touch it, it will scare you if you touch it.

Ron's eyelids twitched. Good guy, he felt like there was a red-hot iron under his palm. It was no exaggeration at all. Carol's body temperature was frighteningly high.

Ron opened his mouth, and was about to ask Carol if she had any other discomfort besides the high temperature, but when he looked at Carol's little face, his expression suddenly changed. Change.

All he saw was that a few strange blisters suddenly appeared on Carol's fair cheeks.

Those few chickenpox worms came out from under the fair skin little by little under Ron's gaze.

Ron, who had experienced too many weird things, was no longer as ignorant as before. His expression suddenly darkened, knowing that some kind of weird change had occurred in Carol.

Carol, on the other hand, didn't notice anything abnormal about herself at all. Instead, it was the stimulation of Ron's cold palm that finally allowed her to regain a little bit of her sanity. The shyness deep in her heart made this elf girl no longer feel embarrassed. unbearable.

Although she usually looks carefree and doesn't care about anything, no matter what, she is still just a girl who has just turned seventeen. She subconsciously wants to escape from Ron's hand. She is slender and tall. His body suddenly stood up, and then...

boom……

The little head melon-shaped head hit the window sill.

Very hard, very impactful.

Ron even felt the wall against his back shaking. Carol grimaced in pain, sucking cold air from her lips. She covered her head with her small hands and squatted down. Her big eyes were filled with tears, and she looked extremely pitiful.

That look made Ron sigh helplessly.

Sure enough, she was still a bit silly.

Carol was really about to cry.

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

Her white teeth kept biting her lower lip hard. After several seconds, Carol seemed to have finally recovered a little. She glanced at Ron with some hatred. She seemed to have forgotten all the shame she had suffered today. It's all on Ron.

"I'm leaving."

With her hand on the window sill and a slight push, Carol wanted to jump off the third floor.

However, Ron didn't give her this chance. He moved faster and pressed hard on Carol's shoulders, making it impossible for Carol's little butt to get off the window sill.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Carol glared at Ron angrily: "I know everything I know. I've already told you." '

"It's not those..." Ron stared at Carol's pretty face and breathed out slowly: "Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next. I ask you... have you seen it with your own eyes? What do members of the assassination team like you look like when the potion takes effect?"

Carol was slightly stunned, as if she didn't expect that Ron forced her to stay because of this issue.

She thought for a moment: "I've only seen it once, and it looked quite scary."

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

A trace of fear and strong disgust appeared on Carol's face:
"The onset of the magic potion is a very long process, and this process is enough for people to taste what real despair is."

"In order to better control the assassins under his command, Hefferson, every year, every issue, the survivors who have experienced the White House ten times have to face the last test, which is to randomly select from all these survivors. The luckiest one will take the potion directly and will not receive any antidote."

"The other assassins who survived must stay nearby to watch, and are not allowed to leave for any excuse or reason. This is how Hefferson uses this method to let us understand how terrifying the potion we take is. What will be the punishment for betraying him?"

"I still know the selected person. His strength can only be considered average, and his character is not very good. He has a sister. It is under the protection of his sister that he escaped from the white house again and again. Survived, and for the last time, his sister killed all his enemies for him, and then committed suicide..."

"His sister may just hope that her only relative can live. Who would have thought that her brother would die in a worse way than her."

"When the potion first started to take effect, it wasn't too serious, but there were 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 the blisters will spread into patches."

Carol's body couldn't help shaking again, as if she thought of some extremely terrifying scene: "I remember that the male elf, after a day of torture, his whole body was covered with blisters. It looked like They’re all bloated.”

"And this is only the first day. When the second day comes, these will break on their own even if they are not scratched. His skin begins to fester, rot, and begins to emit a strong stench."

"Hefferson used dozens of different healing magics on him, even the hymns of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, but no matter how powerful the healing magic was, it could not completely eliminate the pain on his body. It can only relieve...no, that's not even relief, it can even be said to be double the torture."

"The healing magic will temporarily restore him to normal, but it won't be long before the effect of the magic medicine sweeps over again, and his body will rot again. For him, it is just more suffering in hell. It’s just torture!”

"When the skin all over the body is almost rotten, the effect of the medicine will begin to penetrate into the flesh and blood. I watched with my own eyes as his flesh and blood gradually turned into rotten flesh, emitting a strong stench."

"Then, his bones."

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

This was the potion Hefelson used to manipulate his men into using it.

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

Even just thinking about it, Carol still shuddered.

Ron's brows furrowed tightly. Speaking of which, why was the potion that Hefferson used to control his assassination team different from the one he obtained from the Twilight Temple and used on Ashbourne? Is the potion rot so similar?

He once learned from Isabel's mouth that there was almost no difference in Ashbourne's reaction.

Could it be the same magic potion?
Carol finished speaking in one breath. She was forced to open up those memories that she didn't like. She looked a little pale. She shook her head and suppressed the nausea in her heart: "Why did you suddenly ask this? matter?"

Ron looked strange, he didn't answer, he just looked at Carol silently.

That look in her eyes made Carol's hair stand on end, and she suddenly felt blessed: "Can it be said that I too..."

Before she finished speaking, Carol suddenly felt an unbearable itching on her face!

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