At this point, little Gwen had lifted her skirt, revealing her flat, fluffy lower half. She looked at Li Ke with a wise expression, as if she could see through everything in the world, leaving him at a complete loss for words.
"Didn't you go after every legendary woman? What's wrong? Now that the moment's here, you're not going to go after me? Come on, do me, then bring my mother—my mistress, Isolde—back to life!"
Gwen looked seriously at Li Ke as she laid out her terms.
Li Ke couldn't help scratching his head.
"Look, it's not that I don't want to. You don't even have the parts for it. And why are you in doll form?"
Li Ke was struggling to keep a straight face. Almost everyone in this world showed some part of their inner self, which was why Garen, who was taciturn in the outside world, had a whole arsenal of dirty talk here.
Meanwhile, Karma and Irelia, who were elegant and dignified in the outside world, were on their knees in front of him, sticking out their tongues and begging for a lollipop like a pair of bitches.
But why was Gwen's inner world a doll?!
What had her journey been like? What had her thought process been? What kind of twisted philosophy and values had led to this tragedy?
What made her different from the other champions?
Li Ke really wanted to know.
But to Miss Gwen, this question wasn't a question at all!
She raised her fuzzy, abstract hands toward Li Ke and struck a cool pose.
"Ah, well, because I'm a doll."
Gwen said it with absolute conviction, and Li Ke remembered that detail.
Gwen's origins were simple. She was one of Isolde's dolls. After Isolde was taken away by Uchiha Viego, Gwen