On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

But if it were "Anno's" body...

But there is another way to please them.

Liao Ji closed his eyes as he thought of this.

The next moment.

In this space that was essentially a space of thought, Liao Ji swiftly used his will to conjure a whip in his hand.

Chapter 128...!

*Pfft*

When the dark-skinned elf saw the whip that appeared in Liao Ji's hand, he couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

She had considered that Ash might not submit and might want to fight her directly in this space, trying to escape by killing her.

In reality, she definitely wouldn't dare face the ashes. The horrific experience of being sliced ​​to pieces by the ashes five hundred years ago is an eternal shadow over her. But if it were here...

The dark-skinned elf snorted coldly.

She is the ruler of this space, and no matter how powerful the Ashes are, they can never defeat her here.

not to mention

what is this?

Even if he were to conjure a weapon to fight her, was this tiny whip for real? There wasn't a single element attached to it; could it even be called a weapon? Forget about attaching extra power, couldn't it at least have a few sharp barbs on it? And then coat the barbs with poison, so that while tearing her skin with the barbs, the poison would flow all over her body through the wounds.

The elf imagined what he considered a qualified whip in his mind, then looked at the one in Liao Ji's hand and was immediately disappointed and looked down on it even more. The ashes of the past, is this all?

Even if I stand still and let this whip lash me, it won't cause me any harm, right?

the other side.

Liao Ji didn't care what the dark-skinned elf was thinking; he could tell from the arrogant, disdainful, and mocking expression on the other's face.

But it didn't matter. Liao Ji gripped the whip and swung it around, then lashed it hard at the black-skinned elf.

brush!

The whip whistled through the air as Liao Ji swung it, while the dark-skinned elf seemed intent on humiliating Liao Ji, standing still without even dodging, deliberately letting the whip fall on him to show Liao Ji how childish and ridiculous such an attack was.

Snapped!

As expected, the crisp sound of whipping quickly echoed in the dark space, and the whip, without any obstruction, lashed hard at the dark-skinned elf.

Actually, saying "fiercely" isn't quite accurate, because Liao Ji didn't know how to use a whip at all. His attack lacked any real whip technique, and much of the force was already absorbed halfway through the lash. When it actually hit the black-skinned elf, it was completely ineffective.

Uh

Ok?

It doesn't hurt, but what's causing this slight itching sensation?

The dark-skinned elf frowned.

She subconsciously glanced at the spot on her arm where she had just been whipped, where the tea-egg-colored skin remained smooth and tender. Just as she had expected, the other party's ridiculous attack hadn't even been able to leave her with a single whip mark.

Before the dark-skinned elf could even ask any more questions, Liao Ji's whip lashed out again.

Facing the whistling whip, the dark-skinned elf continued to uphold her intention to humiliate Liao Ji, remaining rooted to the spot without dodging. This time, Liao Ji's whip landed on her left leg, making a crisp "crack" sound.

The sound was noticeably louder than the first time, proving that Liao Ji was also exploring the use of the whip and gradually getting the hang of how to use it to launch attacks.

However, judging from the results, it seems to be all in vain. The black-skinned elf's legs, where he had been whipped, still show no signs of injury. It's just that...

It was trembling slightly.

Yes.

If the first time it was just an illusion, the second time, as Liao Ji's whipping became more intense, the itching sensation from the whipped areas became more pronounced.

If it's just a simple itch, that's fine.

She could even mock Liao Ji with something like, "Are you tickling me?"

The dark-skinned elf had indeed intended to do so.

until

Surprisingly, her body quickly responded to the itchy sensation with a slight, thread-like feeling.

Pleasure?

It was precisely because of this uncontrollable pleasure that her legs were now trembling uncontrollably.

What the heck?!

The dark-skinned elf was filled with questions, but she didn't have time to "understand" her body before Liao Ji's third, fourth, and even the fifty-sixth and seventh whippings came crashing down.

As the saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt, and Liao Ji swung his whip faster and faster, each strike becoming more powerful. The whip moved at high speed through the air, even forming streaks of whip shadows, and when it landed on the black-skinned elf, it was like a violent storm of lashes.

Snap! Snap-Snap! Snap-Snap-Snap! Snap-Snap!

If there were damage numbers, Liao Ji would probably see "-1" or "-0" constantly appearing above the head of the dark-skinned elf.

But on the other hand...

Although the dark-skinned elf was not his contractor, so he couldn't see the other's status bar, the fact that the other was now trembling all over and that the skin on which he whipped was still reddening with each lash—not the red of a whip mark, but an excited pink—undoubtedly proved that his guess was correct.

Assuming the dark-skinned elf wasn't lying and that the body she was in now truly belonged to Anno, then she should also possess Anno's two special talents.

In short, the more he is beaten, the stronger he becomes, and positive blessings are useless, but negative curses, the more vicious the curse, the greater the attribute bonus to Anno.

Because of these two characteristics, Liao Ji in the game often has his protagonist "whip" the elven knight at the beginning of the battle, in order to increase Anno's attribute value in this way.

As for why he was the protagonist, although it's a bit sad to say, the truth is that at the time, the protagonist, who hadn't fully developed, was the weakest and had the lowest damage in the team. Even if he attacked Anno, he wouldn't cause Anno to lose much health.

Therefore, Liao Ji remembers very clearly that during that period, he, the "protagonist," almost became Anuo's personal "power bank."

This is why Liao Ji could summon the whip so easily and start whipping the dark-skinned elf on the other side. After all, he often did this in the game and had done it countless times.

Now, the status bar of the Dark Elf probably has many more increases in all attributes, as well as various buffs to itself.

It is precisely this attribute boost that has manifested in the joyful expression on the dark-skinned elf's face, an expression he tries to conceal but cannot actually hide.

Yes, the arrogant dark-skinned elf who initially looked at him with an expression as if he were an insect, and who sneered and mocked him, now only showed signs of heavy breathing on his face.

The elf's cheeks flushed red, and her mouth opened involuntarily. When she noticed his gaze, she forced herself to clench her teeth and purse her lips again, as if fighting against her body's instincts. At the same time, she frowned and glared angrily, her red eyes filled with rage at the despicable person, perhaps thinking that her body had become like this because he had played some trick on her.

But the next moment, when Liao Ji's whip struck again, the elf's mouth was the first to fall, and it immediately opened wide again, with even the tongue inside trembling and about to come out. Then, its eyes, which had just seemed to be breathing fire, immediately became glazed, with a faint mist about to rise from them.

No, that won't do!

It can't go on like this!

The elf admitted she was going a bit overboard—no, she had underestimated Liao Ji. She didn't know what tricks he was using, but if things continued like this...

She felt her head starting to spin, her mind becoming very unstable, and the space around her seemed on the verge of breaking apart.

She had finally managed to seize the opportunity and trap "Ash" in this space. She absolutely could not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before obtaining "Ash's" genes and bloodline!

However, just as the elf was preparing to use great willpower to actively dodge Liao Ji's whipping, another unexpected incident occurred.

The elf felt a sudden blur before her eyes, and the next moment, her consciousness returned to her original self in the "Sanctuary" of the Old Alliance.

What...what happened?

It wasn't until the elf saw the Forsaken, her "children," also appearing below at the council table in the "Sanctuary" that she realized what was happening.

When she needs herself in reality, her consciousness is half-pulled back to reality.

But the problem is

Why at this crucial juncture?

On the other side...

The forgotten ones around the round table are actually quite strange.

"Mother, you summoned us urgently, why...?"

I urgently summoned them?

When did I summon them?!

Hearing the children's words, the elf was shocked and surprised, but before she could ask or reply, her other half of consciousness, which had become an "unconscious" spiritual body, was unable to dodge the whip. Soon, another whipping sensation from Liao Ji flowed through her spiritual body and directly affected her.

Thus, in the eyes of the forgotten few in the audience, their most respected, most beloved, and for some, most "obsessed" mother was...

"Ah!" The elf couldn't hold back any longer, and her high-pitched, sharp voice echoed throughout the sanctuary of the Old Alliance.

Chapter 129 Don't come any closer, I...I'm fine...

Chapter 129 Don't come any closer, I...I'm fine.

"Mother!?" The one with the strongest reaction was the only "superior" forgotten one present, Hero.

As the upper-ranking Forgotten One in charge of "The Magic City," Hero was also influenced by the Magic City, which can be seen from his clothing. He always wore a top hat and a black tailcoat, and was always the most elegant among the upper-ranking Forgotten Ones.

Of course, he's also the most eloquent, as evidenced by his previous "praise" of the Bar's gender.

However, at this moment, Hero was unusually panicked. He stood up from his seat, ignoring the top hat that was about to fall off his head, and hurriedly approached the elf in the main seat, his expression full of worry and concern.

After all, she was his mother, the one who allowed him and his "Special" race to finally escape the shadow of the "Emperor of Ashes," the one who gave him new life and meaning to his existence!

Unfortunately, he had only gotten halfway there when the elf in the main seat seemed to have recovered slightly. Seeing Hero about to check on her, she instinctively felt guilty and immediately stopped him:

"Don't come any closer!"

Then, seemingly realizing that her reaction had been too intense and seemed abnormal, the elf slowed her speech and calmly explained to Hero as usual:

"No, I mean, kid, I'm not. I'm fine, go back to your seat, okay?"

The elf bit her lip hard with her teeth, using immense willpower to keep her voice steady.

She didn't expect that in such a short time, the whipping sound would come from the other half of her consciousness again, almost causing her to lose her voice in front of the children again.

Hero looked at his mother, who seemed to be trembling slightly in the main seat and whose voice sounded strange. Although he was still worried, since his mother had spoken, he could only obediently sit back down.

However, when Hero returned and glanced at the several empty seats in the "Sanctuary," his worry for his mother instantly turned into anger towards these absentees.