Jost told the others what had happened to them.

Everyone looked different.

Colery frowned.

Little Martha looked thoughtful and determined.

Peter was playing with his toys with one hand and Martha with the other, not very concerned.

"That means we've got to find their hideout."

"Then raid them during the day and try to blow up the house and let the sunlight in."

It's just too hard.

Not to mention the vampires with stand-in abilities of "Crow", there are many soldiers with real knives and guns next to them.

"Actually, I think it's okay at night."

"Although they have strong vitality, they also have limits."

"The most important thing is the head."

"With absolute strength, the head is broken into pieces, and then it is burned, and it should not be able to live."

"Just like I did this time."

Colery pondered.

"Yes, no matter how strong the vitality is, there is a limit."

At this point, the doctor said, "Flames can kill the cells of this creature, but they are not particularly effective. ”

He demonstrated some of the ashes in his hands.

The samples were taken from Jost's iron balls and were well protected by ice.

"Just smash your head and burn it."

The crowd continued to think about what to do.

It was almost dawn, and Madame Butterfly got up to say goodbye to everyone.

Colery said, "Why don't you live here..."

Then he looked apologetically at the doctor.

The doctor didn't say anything, and silently picked up the ledger.

"No, you don't." Madame Butterfly said with a smile.

Then I saw a huge change in her body shape, her muscles began to increase, the pectoralis major muscle slowly became smaller, and her skin became less delicate.

Then she took off her women's robe, revealing the white clothes inside.

Pull a knife from between your legs.

With a swoop, all the long hair fell.

Madame Butterfly is already very tall, and some muscles with less obvious lines support the elastic clothes, highlighting a very sufficient amount of masculine charm.

Stunning face and facial features, plus short hair, stubble.

Madame Butterfly has become a noble son with an excellent temperament in a blink of an eye, and the ornaments on her neck have added a bit of luxury.

His voice was not so low but full of magnetism, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, I still have a lot of identity." ”

And the jaws of the people were to drop.

Amazed.

Even the doctor looked straight with undisguised fervor in his eyes.

"Be my assistant."

"Once a week."

"It's free forever."

Madame Butterfly smiled softly, and everyone seemed to see the blossoms of one tree after another, and the curvature of the corners of her eyes made Maria's face flush directly from the tea.

"Thank you, doctor."

"But I'm afraid I can't do it."

Then he took out a gem and put it on the doctor's table: "This is the cost of treatment." ”

The doctor was a little disappointed to see that he refused again, but when he saw the gem, his mood suddenly improved, and he said more than ever: "If you need to find me at any time, there is no better doctor than me in Mo City." ”

Then he happily continued his experiment.

"Alright, Jost, we're leaving, there's something else to ask you."

A pair of hands that seemed to have grown larger grabbed Joost who was still in a daze.

Jost was pulled straight away.

It's still a mess in my head.

Not to mention Jost, everyone present had a critical attack in their hearts.

Except for little Peter, he is still playing with toys and sticking to his good friend Martha.

Colery swallowed and said, "The world of the stand-in messenger is truly wonderful. ”

Then everyone who had three thoughts in their minds went to rest in their own thoughts.

And it was Andrey who was hit the hardest.

He followed Joost like a walking corpse, but when he got closer, he immediately jumped back to keep his distance.

The mouth kept saying: "Madame Butterfly has become a man." ”

"Madame Butterfly has become a man."

"Madame Butterfly has become a man."

........

"You... How did you become a man!? ”

This is a slightly off-the-shelf mansion with a large courtyard, which is the property of Madame Butterfly's second identity.

To be precise, it should be his original industry.

"This is my stand-in ability, I told you a long time ago."

Looking around, he said with emotion, "It's been a long time since I've been here. I miss it so much. ”

"I don't like it, but I can still use this identity proficiently."

Then, as if playing a prank, he held out his hand to Jost and said, "Acquaintance, my real name is Alexander." ”

"With this identity, you can just call me Sasha."

"Before that?"

"It's called Alexandna, you can call me Sasha."

Your pseudonym is really simple and rude, Jost complained to himself.

"Then I have a male sister now?!"

Jost was hit the head.

"What's going on in your head?"

"In private, you still call me my sister, don't you hear?"

As he spoke, a stand-in emerged.

"Okay, sister." Jost was scared, afraid that he would lose his muscles if he had been trained so hard.

Huh, muscle growth!?

"See my double?"

"See."

"So it's not a male sister, do you understand!"

"Understood, understood."

Jost remembered the three theorems of the stand-in that Klaus had told him earlier, that the stand-in was the externalization of human free will, and that it was related to the desire of the heart.

That's a guess of eight or nine.

Jost looked at Madame Butterfly.

At this time, Madame Butterfly, whose body and mind are mismatched again, must be uncomfortable.

Madame Butterfly glanced at Jost's barrage face at this time, and probably guessed what he was thinking.

"What do you think, I can change back if I want to."

Another punch on Jost's head, a second bag on Jost's head.

Joost scolded in his heart: How did he become a man, the whole person became irritable.

"Huh!?" Madame Butterfly's eyes glared at Jost.

Jost felt that maybe he was the truth, and the stand-in ability affected Madame Butterfly's mood.

Then he looked at the place where he had been a child and whispered, "The stand-in has redeemed me and given me real freedom."

"Thank you, Madame Butterfly." Madame Butterfly behind her gave a gentle shake in response.

Jost didn't care about any of that anymore, now he only cared if he could get Madame Butterfly to help him exercise.

I told Madame Butterfly what I thought.

The result was another punch in the head.

"Do you want to have a physical breakdown?"

Madame Butterfly used her ability slightly, and Jost's already frostbitten face slowly developed a pimple, and his back also began.

Even his emotions were inexplicably affected, making his always stable mood fluctuate violently, which completely dispelled Jost's thoughts.

Jost touched his head, the bag on his head was instantly removed, and he sighed, and there was something in his heart that he didn't say: I think it's because you don't have enough control.

It seems that Madame Butterfly's development of the stand-in ability is not enough, and most importantly it needs more medical exploration.

Maybe Madame Butterfly should really go and explore the mysteries of the human body with the doctor.

Then Jost thought that if Madame Butterfly regulates people's hormones indiscriminately, then I am afraid that it will be terrifying.

Just thinking about it, he roughly experienced the experience of playing with ice at that time, and his whole body was affected, and he felt sorry for him for a second.

It's still a vampire, and if it's humans, it's unimaginable.

"But are there only two hormones in the human body?"

"Then why is Madame Butterfly so attractive to others, and how is this controlled."

Jost felt that if Madame Butterfly had studied medicine well, her stand-in ability would have become even more terrifying.

Gotta find a way to convince her.