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

Chapter 395: The only thing you can do is promise with your body? (six thousand)

The itching on her face made Carol's complexion quickly darken. Coupled with Ron's weird eyes, this girl who was not too stupid could easily figure out what happened to her face.

In his mind, the bloody and disgusting scenes kept rolling over.

She knew that sooner or later, she would fall into that situation, but she never expected that this day would come so quickly.

At this time, Carol was no longer afraid, she was just a little regretful.

One month.

Hefelson gave herself a month. She originally wanted to use this month to visit more places and at least leave some precious memories in her miserable life.

But he never thought that Hefelson would not even be willing to leave a month's time to himself.

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

Carol exhaled slightly.

She could feel the inexplicable itching on her body getting stronger.

She raised her eyelids and looked at the small city 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 like I want to imprint all this beauty into my soul.

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

Crisp and neat.

She knew very well that once the poison took hold, ending her own life would be the best choice.

Moreover, she is also a girl.

Although I know that I am a little bit pitiful in terms of figure, I am still very confident in my appearance. It is better to say that there are almost no ugly-looking women in the elves, and in terms of appearance alone, Carol is among the huge elves. She is also the best choice in the clan. She has skin as delicate as snow and a pair of long legs. Except for her slightly barren chest, she can be called a beauty in every way.

A woman like this, coupled with quite good strength, naturally has a more proud character. Now that she knows that the magic medicine in her body has taken effect and her death is inevitable, at least Carol wants to maintain her last dignity.

Even if you die, you should die beautifully, instead of rotting all over and leaving only a puddle of foul-smelling water in the end.

Carol has experienced death countless times, and she has no fear of it.

However, just when the end of the dagger was about to pierce through the heart, Ron's right hand suddenly stretched out and caught Carol's wrist in the slightest chance.

The tip of the dagger had even pierced his clothes.

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

Carol continued to exert force, but Ron's fingers were like iron pliers. After several attempts to no avail, 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, why do you still want to humiliate me before I die?"

Ron shook his head slightly: "Watching a beautiful woman rot and die, what's the difference between that and burning a harp and boiling a crane?"

"I just want to ask you, have you ever taken that potion? Do you know the shape of the potion? 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, viscous liquid."

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

After a brief silence, Ron sighed, turned his palm, and there was a glass bottle in his palm. Inside the bottle was exactly the gray-black gas he just mentioned. There seemed to be countless things hidden in the gas. Tiny insects are slowly squirming in the bottle, and occasionally you can even hear a rustling sound.

Although the gas is not released from the bottle, just looking at it gives one a tingling sensation.

"My magic potion can also produce the effect Miss Carol said. It is no different. After being eroded by the magic potion, blisters will also appear on the body. Then the blisters burst, and the skin, flesh, and even bones gradually Rotting will slowly die after experiencing all the pain...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 this time, she finally understood what Ron meant. The two potions have the same effect, and maybe the antidote will too.

He was already going to die anyway, so why not give it a try? No matter what, it would not be worse than death.

Although Carol committed suicide simply and neatly, it did not mean that she really did not want to live. If it was possible to survive and break away from Hefelson's control, she would really want to take a good walk in this world. , take a look.

Taking a deep breath, Carol let go of the dagger in her hand and stretched out her right hand towards Ron.

Ron didn't hesitate and handed the antidote to the rotten potion to Carol. At the same time, the other side also prepared a healing magic hymn of the Dawn type. If one mistake was made, at least Carol's life would be hanging for her to fight for. Wait for a while and see if there are any other solutions!
Looking at the glass bottle in her hand, the bottle contained some clear liquid. It was swaying gently, and bubbles appeared on the surface of the liquid. She pursed her lips. Carol no longer hesitated, raised her head, and poured out the liquid in the bottle. Drink it all in one gulp.

I don’t know what materials this antidote is made from, and it tastes a bit sour.

The potion had just penetrated into the abdomen, and there was no strange reaction yet.

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

Although the chickenpox on Carol's face has not disappeared, it has not continued to increase. She even felt that the itching on her face has decreased a lot. This alone is enough to prove that even if Ron's antidote is not completely symptomatic, But it’s not a problem to get rid of everything.

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

The effect of the antidote seems to be becoming stronger.

The originally slight temperature gradually became exaggerated. Carol felt as if there was a fire burning violently in her abdomen. The rolling heat wave surged through her limbs and bones in a short period of time. Dense beads of sweat began to appear on her body. The tights were also soaked, and the tight and delicate skin under the tights could be vaguely glimpsed.

The scorching heat even began to feel unbearable for Carol. Her small mouth opened, and streams of scorching air continued to spurt out. With Carol's body as the center, the surrounding air even gradually distorted.

She seemed a little uncomfortable, but she was still enduring it. Her small hands clenched tightly subconsciously, and suppressed and painful moans came out of her lips from time to time. Fortunately, Agnes, Irelia and Cecilia were all asleep. Otherwise, after seeing this scene, I would probably think that Ron was doing something bad again.

Wow!
Suddenly, Carol's chest suddenly squirmed, her chest expanded violently, and then quickly contracted. A stream of blood flowed directly upwards, straight into her throat. This somewhat clumsy elf assassin couldn't bear it anymore, and opened his mouth. The blood spurted out directly.

However, it was a little different from ordinary blood. The blood that Carol sprayed out was not bright in color, but instead showed a depressed dark brown.

Just after the poisonous blood spurted out, Carol's face suddenly turned pale.

His whole body seemed to have been drained of all its strength in an instant. He stumbled back several steps. His legs seemed to be unable to support his body any longer. He kept shaking. In the end, he even sat directly on the ground, breathing heavily. With.

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

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 eroding her bones, or that her body would rot in severe pain and despair, not to mention a month, even a year, ten years, a hundred years, etc. No need to be controlled by Hefferson.

At this moment, she was free.

The heat wave in his body finally calmed down, and the abnormal flush on his face gradually faded away.

After continuing to breathe 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 are you going to repay you?"

"How about I pledge myself to you?" Ron joked to ease the tense atmosphere.

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

puff!
These words immediately stunned Ron, and he looked at Carol with shock.

Good guy, so generous.

Who said that elves are symbols of purity?

Isn't this more open than humans?

　Chapter 2 is currently updated with 6,000 words, and there will be another 6,000 words later, so today it will be 12,000 words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)