I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

As everyone knows, kobolds are very vengeful.

The kobolds are short in stature, cunning and cowardly, and hate almost all other humanoid creatures, with a tendency to abuse other creatures.

While Bruce was being tricked, Leah, being a fairy, also possessed humanoid characteristics.

If the whip were handed to the kobolds, given their nature, they would undoubtedly abuse Leah without hesitation.

Realizing this, Deli was certain that Leah wouldn't survive among the minions in the dog's head.

Lia also recalled the time she had teased the kobolds, uttering foul curses as they fled in disarray.

If the kobold is the one carrying out the punishment, those vile curses are very likely to manifest on her.

Leah panicked.

"Gah—gaah—gaah!"

Bruce let out an excited shout.

Unlike Daisy's reluctance, he was extremely excited at this moment.

First and foremost.

This is the first task given to him by his master, the boss, and Bruce, as a loyal servant, will do his best to complete it.

With such a rare opportunity to demonstrate his loyalty right in front of him, how could Bruce possibly let it slip by?

Secondly, Bruce vividly remembers being tricked, not a few years ago, not last month, but just a few hours ago.

They can retaliate immediately after being bullied not long ago.

This is too cool!

Bruce had never even dreamed of such a thing.

"Gah gah, great Lord... Boss, please believe in my loyalty, oh, I really... I really want to get revenge, I dream about it."

Overcome with excitement, the kobold bound by the vines began tearing at them wildly, showing signs of breaking free.

The fairy doesn't have much time left to think.

"My esteemed Blue Dragon, I... I will certainly punish my sister properly."

Daisy knew she couldn't hesitate any longer.

She could sense that the blue dragon was just having fun, but the outcome was advantageous for the fairy.

While Lia was being whipped by her, at least Deli could control the force of her blows, ensuring that the golden elf's life wouldn't be in danger.

Deli took a deep breath and accepted the whip that the dragon offered her.

She stole a glance at the blue dragon Puse, who was sitting upright on the stone seat.

The other party's pupils were half-closed, and the scales shimmered with a ghostly blue light in the shadows, clearly watching the farce with great interest.

"Boss, let me do it!" Bruce was still writhing in the vines, his shrill voice full of desire for improvement. "This goblin deserves to be torn to shreds!"

"How dare she offend the great dragon! As your minion, I swear I will tear her to pieces!"

Daisy ignored him and turned to face Leah.

The fairy, bound to the stone pillar by vines, had disheveled hair, and the cunning in her golden eyes had faded, leaving only a trace of panic and determination.

"Go ahead and hit her, Delilah." Lia's voice trembled slightly, but she deliberately raised her voice to maintain her dignity in front of her sister.

"I know you feel sorry for me, but now is not the time to be soft-hearted."

Her words were like a needle, piercing through Daisy's last hesitation.

Daisy took a deep breath and slightly raised the hand that was gripping the whip.

The only sounds in the cave were Bruce's curses and Leah's deliberately suppressed breathing.

The whip traced a short arc in the air, making a soft whistling sound, but suddenly stopped just before it was about to strike Leah's shoulder.

With a soft "snap," the force was just enough to leave a shallow red mark, but it would never damage the bones or muscles.

Leah groaned, but didn't turn around. Her neck tensed slightly, and strands of golden hair slid down her sweaty cheeks.

After Daly lashed her sister with the whip, a complex expression appeared on her usually calm face, as if she were reliving the offense she had just committed against her sister.

She was the second fairy born in the forest, and since her birth, she had been taught by Lia and had a deep respect for her.

Even though the two fairies have different judgments about beauty and ugliness, they often have conflicts.

Even after Ella was born, Leah shared some of her love with her younger sister.

Even though Leah is getting busier and busier, they rarely have time to be alone together anymore.

even though……

In short, Daly was absolutely certain that she still loved her sister Leah very much.

That faint red mark was like a red-hot needle, burning not only on Leah's shoulder but also branded on Deli's heart.

Daisy sensed something was wrong; she felt a certain emotion welling up inside her.

"Keep going, don't stop!"

But the despicable dragon wouldn't let her stop.

Puse's gaze fell on her back with an undeniable authority, making her grip on the whip no longer hesitate.

Daisy suddenly closed her eyes, exerted a fierce force with her wrist, and the whip shot out like a venomous snake, this time without holding back at all.

"Snap—" A crisp sound tore through the air, several times sharper than the last time.

"Ah—" The fabric on Lia's back was instantly torn open, and a deep red whip mark snaked across her fair skin like a venomous snake.

The fourth lash, the fifth lash... the sound of the whip piercing the air echoed above the flowerbed.

Leah's body trembled violently, and a suppressed cry of pain escaped her throat, the last syllable of which was so broken as to be almost inaudible.

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted the rusty, metallic taste of blood, barely managing to keep herself from begging for mercy.

His golden hair was soaked with cold sweat and clung to his forehead, cheeks, and neck.

A few stray strands of hair obscured her eyes, revealing only her tightly pursed, bloodless lips, adding to her fragile and broken appearance.

"Gah gah! Harder! Harder!"

Bruce writhed wildly within the vines, his shrill voice filled with a morbid excitement: "Make her cry! Make her beg for mercy!"

Daisy's knuckles turned white as she gripped the whip, an indescribable feeling of comfort spreading from the bottom of her heart, allowing her to vent all her previous grievances.

She must have been bewitched by the evil dragon.

Yes, that's how evil dragons are.

Those bad guys are the best at manipulating people's hearts; it's definitely not bullying her that gives her any pleasure.

Daisy's education of her sister continues.

As for how many personal grudges are involved...

Puser watched as Lia was whipped around like a spinning top, and silently made a judgment in his mind:

"What a ruthless fairy! I hope she doesn't develop any strange fetishes in the future."

Daisy's eyes had changed.

The initial hesitation and heartache had long been replaced by a strange fervor.

The hand gripping the whip no longer trembled; instead, it exerted an almost obsessive force.

Each lash landed at a precise angle, avoiding vital points, yet still allowing Leah to clearly feel the pain.

Looking at the taut lines of her sister's neck and those bloodless yet stubborn lips, the grievances and resentment that had been building up in her heart for years surged up like a tide.

Why is the older sister always the one who is looked up to? Why is her preference always ranked after her three younger sisters?

Such thoughts, like vines, entangled her reason, giving her an unprecedented experience through constant punishment.

Lost in her reverie, Daisy forgot about time.

"Stop! That's enough!"

Pu Se felt that if he didn't speak up to stop it, the golden fairy would actually be whipped to death.