The room was dimly lit, and only the crimson glow of the magic array shone brightly.

Xiao Zhimiao took the staff in her hand and looked at it repeatedly for a long time, she could feel that the magic power in her body was constantly growing, and even the suppression of the forbidden demon array was much smaller than before.

She stroked the rift in her staff, and the magic contained in it spilled out of the rift, mixed with her magic, not 100% the same, but she did not resist.

She thought of the spell mark that had just lifted the seal of the rose branch, and after going through it in her mind a few times, she directly fished out a wisp of crimson magic that lingered around the staff and used it to draw the spell mark.

A moment later, she drew a spell mark on top of the staff, and when the spell was activated, the staff turned back into a rose branch, which automatically wrapped around her hand, but the thorn on it was retracted, looking like a retro personality bracelet.

This staff may indeed have been used by her mother, and the staff appeared in the painting, and the magic in it was very similar to hers.

It's just that the woman in the painting is really her mother?

Her current memories of her mother are very vague, but after Setavis's appearance, she has a lot of memories about Setavis.

He never told her mother to her face, and at that time, she didn't seem to remember who her mother was, only that she was a witch or a succubus.

So she has half succubus blood.

She didn't know why Bobomarg had her mother's things, she seemed to know something, at least she knew her mother, but what her mother's relationship with her was to be considered.

Xiao Zhimiao retracted her thoughts and set her eyes on the phalanx that Modu was holding.

Modus looked at her and pulled his finger bones back, "Okay, we're one and a half."

Xiao Zhimiao sneered: "Whoever is half with you, you are all mine, and the finger bones are given to me."

Modo's molars gritted and bited, and slapped his finger bones into her hand with an unwilling expression.

As soon as Xiao Zhimiao's hand touched her finger bones, a black magic power came out of it, surrounding her hand and trying to invade her body.

Xiao Zhimiao's expression was grim, and he subconsciously defended himself and threw away his finger bones.

Seeing this, Modu scooped the phalanges from the ground, "If you don't want it, then give it to me."

"Bring it."

Xiao Zhimiao froze, hooked the rope of the phalanges with his fingers, and took it from Modu's hand again.

Moddo pursed his lips, "This phalanx bone is very similar to the aura on your body, it should be the bone of your succubus."

He could sense that there was a faint connection between this phalanx bone and Xiao Zhimiao's body, which was very similar to Bobomarg's feeling, and he could smell the breath of this bone and Bobomarg and Xiao Zhimiao's body.

"Succubus' Bone ......"

Xiao Zhimiao held the phalanx in front of her eyes to watch, this phalanx was thick, and it looked like a man's phalange.

Modus said that this phalanx was similar to her breath, was it just because they were all succubi?

This phalanx bone is placed with the staff, maybe there is something to do with it.

She thought about it for a moment and drew a spell mark in front of her, if the phalanx had any adverse reaction to her, it would be better to withdraw it in time.

Once she had drawn the spell mark, she reached out again to touch her finger bone.

As soon as she touched her finger bones, the black magic inside surged towards her again.

This time, she resisted the urge to toss her finger bones away, allowing the dark magic to flood into her body.

There was no discomfort as expected, and the magic was fused with the crimson magic in her body.

At this time, the wand bracelet on her wrist also gushed out magic elements, and after these two magic powers were mixed together, they condensed into the magic power that Xiao Zhimiao was most familiar with, her crimson magic power.

Her heart shook, and she understood the familiarity that these two things brought her.

Both were similar to her magic, but not 100% alike, until the mana stored in the two things mixed together to become the crimson magic she now used.

Xiao Zhimiao's heart quickly crossed many thoughts.

No way.

The reason why her magic is what it is now is because she has half of the godblood, and it is a mixture of holy magic and dark magic.

She had always thought so, even if she later recovered some memories of Secia from the past, in her memory, she thought so.

But now, she had a staff in her hand that belonged to her mother, and a phalanx bone of a male succubus, and the magic of the two items mixed together to form the crimson magic she now used.

If her mother was a succubus, then it would be impossible for the magic of this phalanx bone to merge into crimson magic.

The magic elements of the two succubi should be dark magic.

This shook her long-standing perception of her own identity.

She thought about what she had said halfway through when she met Bobomarg outside of Falling Star City.

Popomag looked shocked when she learned that her father was Setavis, and expressed great confusion, as if she did not believe that her father was Setavis.

With such doubts, it can already be said that Bobomag knew her biological parents.

Just as Xiao Zhimiao was full of doubts, a burning sensation came from her abdomen, like a fire burning in her abdomen.

She stroked her abdomen a little strangely, and her hand finally stopped on the left side of her abdomen.

The burning sensation stopped on her seventh rib on her left side.

Aman watched her frown and touch her abdomen, and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"Nope."

She wore a defensive pendant on her body, and her skin was not broken.

She took off her outer robe, leaving only a collared undergarment inside, and she untied the straps of the undergarment, lifted it and looked at her abdomen.

Ah Man watched Mo Du's gaze fall on Xiao Zhimiao, and shouted, "Look at what you see!"

Then, she blocked in front of Mo Du and said to Xiao Zhimiao, "You don't avoid it."

Xiao Zhimiao saw that Aman's reaction was bigger than herself, and she smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't treat him as a human being."

Modo's molars bit again, and he snorted, "Whoever wants to see you, you don't have two taels of flesh on your body."

Xiao Zhimiao said leisurely: "Naturally, it can't compare to those fragrant and soft beauties."

She used to train every day, and after her brother left, she was silent for a while, and she didn't take a few breaths after entering the game, and she practiced her whole body full of tight muscles, and she could kill ten fragrant and soft beauties with one punch.

Aman didn't hold back his gaze and landed on her body.

Xiao Zhimiao was hanging her head to look at her abdomen at this time, under the dim red light, she couldn't see the original color of her skin, but her abdomen was firm, her waist line was very good-looking, she looked thin but not slender, her abdominal muscles loomed in the light, and she looked like a body that was often trained, with a sense of strength.

Her gaze followed Xiao Zhimiao's fingers and stopped on the left side of her abdomen.

In this position, there is a black spell mark.

Xiao Zhimiao's fingers unconsciously rubbed this spell mark, this was a very unfamiliar spell mark, she had never seen it before.

"What is this?" Aman asked curiously.

It's not a tattoo, Aman has seen a lot of spell marks, and he can recognize that this is a magic spell mark, and it looks very complicated.

"A kind of sealing spell." Xiao Zhimiao said.

She followed the spell mark with a few strokes of her fingers, and only recognized the type of spell mark, as for what it was, she had to wait until she cracked the spell mark to know.

Just why, there is a sealing spell mark on her?

She moved her gaze to the succubus finger bone, which was the spell that appeared after she touched the phalange, and the dark magic inside the phalange entered her body.

This spell mark was not just formed, but had always been on her.

Just touching the phalanges revealed the spell mark on her body.

Her fingers pressed in this position, and the burning sensation had not yet dissipated, and she could clearly feel it coming from her ribs.

There are too many tonight

The only thing that puzzled her now, and the only thing that could help her solve her doubts was Bobomag.

But Bobomag wasn't a good guy, and she couldn't fully trust her.

Xiao Zhimiao put her finger bones into the storage bracelet, and the burning sensation on her ribs gradually dissipated, but the black curse mark stayed there.

There was still some time before dawn, and after Xiao Zhimiao strengthened the magic array for a while, he lay down on the bed to rest.

Her magic has recovered a lot thanks to the staff, but the loss of her body still needs to be repaired by itself.

As for Modo, she drove him to the door and turned into a red dragon to guard the door.

For the rest of the day, as long as he doesn't need to follow him around the castle, he will take the form of a dragon.

For this kind of disobedience, Xiao Zhimiao simply used a spell mark to force discipline.

As long as he was in her hands for a day, he had to obediently listen to her.

It was almost noon, Xiao Zhimiao woke up from her sleep, and after sleeping this night, her body recovered faster than she imagined, she had lost too much blood and was dizzy with blood spells before, and now she felt that she was a hundred times more energetic, and her body had inexhaustible strength.

This recovery speed is a little too fast, and I'm afraid it's not the credit of a good night's sleep.

She looked at the bracelet on her wrist, which only gave her magic powers, but did not restore function.

Her hand unconsciously touched her abdomen, and she unbuttoned her clothes to see that the black curse mark was still there.

It was this spell mark that made her body's recovery ability faster.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door, and a clear male voice came from the door: "Lord Juggernaut, please come over and eat."

It seems that Bobomag is awake.

Xiao Zhimiao withdrew the magic array, re-lit the candles in the room, and took Aman and Modu to the main hall.

The castle was back to normal, the hallways were brightly lit, and every now and then players walked past them, and there were players standing in groups and talking somewhere.

The oppressive and terrifying atmosphere of last night dissipated, and the experiences of last night were like a dream.

The castle is full of popularity, and there are no monsters hiding in the shadows anymore.

"Are they monsters too?" Aman approached Xiao Zhimiao and asked.

Xiao Zhimiao's eyes swept over the players and told Aman, "Some are and some are not."

Aman: "Why are those players safe in this castle? Is it really because they're good-looking?"

She had only been in for a few days, and she didn't know much about Bopomag.

I've only heard from other players that this Juggernaut is the best talking of them all.

She didn't believe it, how could the master be so good at talking.

They say that Bobomag only chooses good-looking ones, and if she agrees, she will be left in Falling Star City.

Some players also use items that can change their appearance to make themselves look good and go to Bobomag.

She saw that these players in the castle were indeed good-looking, and she used their appearance to be blessed, and she expressed disdain in her heart.

Xiao Zhimiao said to her, "Everyone is nourishment, it's just a matter of time."

Looking at Aman's expression, she knew what Aman was thinking.

"People here all want to live, whether it is to be blessed by appearance or by other means, there is not much difference."

"Aman, you're just a little luckier than them."

Aman raised his chin, and his eyes showed his usual arrogance: "I won't use my appearance to please someone."

"Naive." Moddo sneered behind Aman, who hated people like Aman more than those who had tried their best to survive.

Aman's voice was not small, and the two players leaning against the edge of the hallway looked towards them.

Xiao Zhimiao hugged Aman and said casually to the two players, "The child is not sensible."

They smiled, unconcerned about Aman's contempt for them.

Such a person will not live long in the abyss.