After a night of fine rice porridge, Flando's stomach felt as if it was coming to life again, and the warmth made her very intoxicated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether it is the three days of rice that have not been eaten, or the cold black bread some time ago, compared to this time, Flandor already feels very satisfied. Inadvertently, he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his slightly moist lips, and looked at the figure of Giggs, who was already feeding the second Night Elf, Flando's eyes were full of doubt and inexplicability.

The dungeon was silent, except for the sound of the Night Elves being fed by Giggs swallowing their food, and the sound of Giggs fiddling with the boxes behind him.

In such an environment, Giggs blew the whistle in his hand, and the eyes of the Night Elves were stunned.

With a "crunching" sound, soon the staircase was again noisy footsteps.

The black-armoured guards quickly packed up boxes, barrels, and pieces of clothing, or rags, that had been peeled off the ground by Giggs.

Soon, Giggs left the dungeon, as he had done when he came, without saying a word.

The dungeon fell silent again, and the Night Elves might have whispered a few words after most of the interrogators had rested, even if it was a whipping from the guards on duty.

It's just that today, even though there were only fifteen of them in the entire dungeon, none of them spoke.

Half an hour later, the dungeon opened again, and this time it was the grim-looking interrogators who walked in.

The Night Elves were still silent when they saw the humans approaching them with whips, either with hideous faces or expressionless faces.

It reminded them that they seemed to have only been whipped twice today.

Flandor was whipped by Scarface, and in addition to the muffled snort that came out of her nose from time to time, she looked at the rag on the ground next to her that had not been cleaned up by the guards, and didn't know what she was thinking.

The sound of approaching footsteps made Flandor come out of the memory, and looking at Scarface holding the whip, Flandor let out a strange sigh in her heart.

"It's the second whipping so soon~ It's better to hurry up~"

Feeling the pain in her body, a thought popped into Flando's mind.

"According to this situation, the third three days should be coming soon, right? He, he should come again~"

......

Half a month passed, and Giggs kept going to the dungeon every three days with a team of guard soldiers, which made Alaye and Siv wonder what was going on, but they didn't ask much, because Giggs had already given them all this free time under the threat of the two of them when he returned that day.

Touring the mountains and rivers, chatting and shopping, so happy~

Therefore, there is also a tacit attitude towards the issue of Giggs's disposal of Night Elf captives.

Giggs also roughly understood what kind of choice these two noble moon elves had made between the clan and himself, and he was moved in his heart, and he also followed their wishes to the fullest.

On this day, Giggs came to the dungeon again, and when the things were put away and everyone had withdrawn, Giggs came to Flandor with a wooden barrel and a familiar car.

On the second such operation, Gigerste brought some medicine with him, which was a plan he had made after his first return. And the scorched black wound on the soft sparkling iron on the sorcerer's chest faded under the moon elf elixir that Giggs had asked for from Alaye.

Frando poked her head out, her eyes closed, and her pretty face trembled as she felt the cleansing of Giggs.

Every time after Giggs left, Flando, who was looking forward to Giggs's next arrival, suddenly felt panicked, and before she knew it, Giggs's figure had inadvertently entered her heart, and at the same time, it also walked into the bodies of the fifteen female night elves.

Flandor suddenly wanted to hear the voice of the man in front of her, even if it seemed that a long time had passed in her memory, and she had heard the voice of Giggs when she was captured, and it seemed that she could not remember it at this time.

"Why? Why was it so good to me? Why didn't you just kill me?"

Giggs, who was carefully cleaning the softness of Flando's chest, suddenly paused, and raised his head to look at Flando, whose eyes were red and his tone was a little trembling.

couldn't help but sigh and said secretly, "The play meat is coming~"

Although he despised this in his heart, in order to obtain the wonderful thing of [magic], Giggs felt that he could do whatever it takes.

Even if it's such an emotional deception.

A person who is faced with a life in which she has no communication other than whipping her every day will feel anger or some other bad emotion, but she will never have anticipation or love.

And after facing a fixed whipping at a fixed time every day, suddenly one day, a person cares for her, even if she knows that the person who cares for her is the commander of those who beat her, in such an environment, she will still have some feelings in her heart.

Once, twice, three times, when this feeling of heart became a habit, and even the expectation of the next time this kind of care came, Giggs's plan was almost half the battle.

The next thing to do is to persevere until these Night Elves put their hearts on Giggs, or in other words, obey Giggs.

This is actually equivalent to a subtle brainwashing action, a fixed whipping every day, all human beings do not say a word, and Giggs takes care of it, all in order to strengthen Giggs's position in the hearts of these Night Elves.

When Giggs becomes the god in their hearts, the operation will be over.

And this is just a kind of action taken by Giggs's knowledge on Earth against these Night Elves, which can actually be regarded as a variant of Stockholm syndrome, a change set by Giggs himself.

Seeing Flando's actions, Giggs didn't make a sound, and continued to wash Flando's body, and Flandor looked at Giggs's face stupidly, and tears involuntarily slipped down his clean cheeks.

Another half a month later, to the surprise of all Night Elves, under the questioning that Flandor seemed to have become habitual, Giggs spoke.

"Why are you so nice to me? Why don't you speak?"

"If you have to ask for a reason, it's that I don't want to see where you are, but I still want to get [magic] because it's important to me. ”

"That's why this strange behavior happens every three days in this dungeon. ”

After taking a closer look at Flando's clean and fresh face, Giggs said, holding her face with both hands. (To be continued.) )