The projectile of magic power was easily avoided, and the gap in strength was not something that could be filled by perseverance and momentum, but Jonathan didn't expect that even weapons could make this battle a little more presentable.

In the blink of an eye, the woman in black's arm pierced into her body, breaking her ribs and destroying her internal organs.

Then there is the severe pain, the severe pain that can drain away the physical strength, the severe pain that can confuse the five senses, the severe pain that can clearly feel the passage of life.

This isn't the first time Jonathan has come so close to death, but it's the most dramatic.

-- In the end, you still can't do anything......

After all, Jonathan is just an ordinary little person, unable to face death calmly like the hero in the story, he can only desperately tell himself that he can't regret it.

The moment his consciousness slowly sank into darkness and his eyes were about to close, Jonathan saw a lot of things. A surprised woman in black, a sad princess Sophia, and Julius Caesar who opened his mouth to himself.

...... Strange things got in, but forget it, just treat it as if you didn't see it, this .......

In the midst of his unnourished thoughts, Jonathan's consciousness became more and more blurred, his body became stiff and cold, and then there was a darkness of nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, but in the darkness where thoughts had become dead silent, there was a faint sound of talking.

'Did you find it?'

'It's a big life. ’

There are more and more sounds, and they are getting more and more noisy.

'No way, the wound is too heavy. ’

'Dead. ’

'Somebody're going to find a miracle doctor or something?' ’

Feed him the blood that is below. ’

Before you know it, your body is starting to get hot, and your thinking skills are slowly returning to your brain.

The whole sight, or the whole darkness, began to light up, but it was not daylight or moonlight or artificial light, but a glow as hot as flame and crimson as blood, and it was under this ominous light that Jonathan saw it.

It was a person who looked exactly like Jonathan, maybe Jonathan himself, maybe something else, Jonathan, who hadn't fully recovered his ability to think, didn't know.

Then, under Jonathan's gaze, the other self moved.

Twisted, torn, wriggled and writhed, like something was hatching under that layer of human skin.

Fetal movement, Jonathan has no better words to describe the vision of the eye.

It didn't take long for the other Jonathan to move more and more, and his skin could no longer play a restraining role, it was no longer a human form, but an indescribable piece of flesh.

Giggles, gurgles.

Like gears in the run-in.

Giggle cluck.

It's like laughter distorted by oppression.

In the midst of this strange sound, the skin of the piece of flesh was finally overwhelmed and cracked.

Syllable.

The sound of cracking sounded, but to Jonathan's surprise, it was much closer than expected.

Subconsciously, Jonathan looked down at his abdomen, and then he saw that a man with no skin, no eyes, no nose, and no ears was tearing his body apart with his hands and struggling to crawl out.

Perhaps sensing the sight, the skinless man twisted his head eighty degrees to the side, then smiled at Jonathan with his large, fanged mouth that was cracked to the base of his ear.

"Ahh

With a scream, Jonathan jerked up, but because he couldn't find his balance, he immediately fell to the side again, and fell out of bed with a thud.

"It hurts!"

Because of the posture problem, Jonathan first hit the ground on his face, of course it hurts, but thanks to this pain, Jonathan doesn't need to be relieved, and he is awake directly.

Because of the support of his face, most of Jonathan's body was still in bed and did not fall off, so he simply twisted his body again, got his whole body out of bed, and looked around by the way.

Pink curtains, pink rooms.

Jonathan knew right away where it was, after all, he had snuck in so many times.

But why is he in Jessica's room? Jonathan really couldn't figure it out, he thought he was going to die, but who wants to open his eyes and find that he has arrived at his sweetheart's room, this span is really a bit big, even if Jonathan wants to make up for a beauty to save the hero, he really can't do it.

Jonathan shook his head and put aside the things he couldn't figure out, not to mention that there were more important things now.

In Jonathan's mind, being in Jessica's room means that Jessica saved him, and Jessica saved himself, which means that Jessica is taking care of himself in a coma. Then the question is, is it better to take the sick and weak route and continue to feel Jessica's gentleness? Or is it better to take the affectionate route and take the opportunity to make a vow?

Either way, Jonathan felt that showing his love was a priority, so he rolled on the floor and hugged the other side of the bed with the expressions and lines he learned from the stage actors.

"Ah, my heart, my love!"

Then, there is no then.

Jonathan looked at the handsome face and heterochromatic eyes facing him, and he almost wanted to stuff himself back under the hands of the woman in black, and simply died.

Albert Einstein had a book in his hand, his legs crossed, and a smile on his lips.

Jonathan stiffly stretched his arms.

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Hmph. ”

Einstein narrowed his eyes and smiled a nasal voice that clearly conveyed sarcasm.

With a beginning, Jonathan also put down his arms with a black and red face.

"Why are you here, Jessica?"

Seeing that Jonathan not only woke up but was still happier than before, Einstein silently put a hook on this experiment in his heart, it seems that his blood can indeed play a therapeutic role for humans, as for side effects or sequelae and the like, they can only be observed slowly.

"I'm here, of course, because I'm better at handling your injuries than Miss Jessica. ”

With that, Einstein closed the book in his hand and pointed to Jonathan's chest.

"Don't you look at your wounds?"

was mentioned by Einstein, Jonathan remembered that he had been opened in his chest before, and hurriedly reached out to touch his chest, but he did not forget to complain.

"The so-called taking care of the wounded is not such a simple thing, what matters is the meaning and feelings inside. ”

The beautiful angel was replaced by a smiling monster, and this gap simply made Jonathan feel hopeless in life.

Complaining to complaining, Jonathan still carefully examined his body, there was no scar in the place where it should have been a wound, if it wasn't for the fact that the newly grown skin was whiter than the original skin, Jonathan himself would have to wonder if he was really injured.

"The wound is gone, how long have I been unconscious?"

It was still night outside, which could not be used as a comparison at all, at least Jonathan felt that the time he was unconscious should be calculated in days at least, otherwise the wound would not have healed so quickly.

"It's two hours after we find you, and it's about three hours since you were injured. ”

Einstein said that the reason why it took an extra hour was because it took some extra time for the beast horse to transmit the image, and even if he used other magic to speed up on the way back to the city, he still couldn't make up for the lost time.

"Two hours?!"

Hearing this, Jonathan was startled, and hurriedly checked his body up and down, it was hard to imagine that there was any formal means that could heal the wounds on his body in such a short time, so he was very uneasy.

"You can't have done anything strange to me, have you?"

For example, healing pills for magical beasts, magic with strange effects, dangerous transplants, or adding something directly to your own body.

It's not Jonathan who is making a fuss, it's that Einstein is so dangerous in his eyes.

"Of course not. ”

Albert Einstein denied that his blood was the gift of his master, and that it was arguably the most precious treasure in the world, and that it was certainly not in the 'strange' category.

"Rather than these trivial trifles, let's talk about what happened to you. ”

It wasn't a trivial matter to me! Although he roared in his heart, Jonathan also acquiesced to Einstein's opinion, and Princess Sophia's question was indeed the most important thing right now.

So Jonathan obediently sat back on the bed.