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What do I have to think of?

Eight fifty-nine.

Stop!Stop it for me!Hey!Jonas' eyes stopped moving, and he was facing the clock, staring at it, the hands moving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The agreed time is coming soon.

what exactly is it?What should I do?

Death is coming, he will come, the door of the room is behind you, is he already at the door?

...Nine o'clock.

clang!clang!Clang... the grandfather clock vibrated nine times in a row.

In the bell, the soft knock on the door was so deep and clear.

Tuk!Tuk!Tuk!

Jonas could not move.

Click, squeak-the door opened.

Then came the sound of footsteps, patters, and some rubbing, crackling.

A huge shadow enveloped Jonas and also covered his eyeballs. Now the boy knew that death was coming, just behind him.

A slender tongue gently licked the minced meat on the ground.

The hot breath made Jonas's nerves exposed to the air feel numb and itchy, as well as the heat of the tongue, and the saliva was sticky.

The outer layer of the watch crystal shows the shadow behind Jonas.

That's-Dragon!

Wings and feet, slender neck, pale gold body surface, complex and symmetrical horns on the top of the head are beautiful and elegant, and the pupils are golden, solemn, ancient, cold and playful.

Jonas was rolled up with his tongue and swallowed into the dragon's belly.

...

Lu Zhengkang frowned, and Jonas's situation was not right.

He no longer trembles, opened his eyes, and the corners of his eyebrows are full of deep arrogance, like a river that never stops in the wilderness under the stars and moon.

"Mortal, offer your loyalty, and I will give you strength." The boy said dragon language.

The troll man gently untied his jacket, threw it aside, and replied in dragon language likewise: "Where are the dogs, dare to bully my children!"

The next moment, both sides spoke together.

"Foos-Lorda!!!"

...

Bang.

Bang.

It's a heartbeat.

Jonas opened his eyes, and light came in through the mother and fetus, and those blood vessels, arteries, and veins were clearly visible.

If these blood vessels are torn apart, can they kill the mother?

Jonas was taken aback by his own thoughts. Why do I have such thoughts?

Damn human beings, humble and weak body, bound me...

Jonas panicked more and more. Who was bewitching me with this idea?

waste!Don't you understand?I am you, you are me!We are one!

In my mind, two thoughts are touching, one is weak and the other is fierce, but the weak is much stronger than the fierce one. The boy doesn’t want to hear the other vent his horrible emotions, so he presses the fierce one down and under the water. No sound came out.

After a while, the voice rose again, and continued to chatter and lose his temper. Jonas pressed him down again, and the cycle continued, and finally, the boy gave up.

After all, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you give up.

Chapter 285 The Waves of Memories

Jonas was born. He came into the world from his mother's body. This process made both parties feel painful. The boy felt sorry for the howling mother and was extremely grateful for her contribution.

However, the other soul in the body was still muttering to himself, and Jonas vaguely remembered that he was always there, but he had been ignoring it.

"Disgusting, disgusting mixed-race bastard, damn, why not a Nord, but a humble Brighton..."

Jonas, who fell to the ground, began a life that belonged to two people. The cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical personality was always clamoring in his ears, yes, it was just that he could not hear it before, but now he can hear it.

He disliked everything about mortals, food, architecture, clothing, weapons, and even art, war, politics, philosophy, and science. He criticized all aspects.

Jonas lived honestly, his life trajectory had not changed at all, in fact, he was just a bystander, watching this memory.

Everything is exactly the same as in the depths of my mind, except there is one more Him.

"What's your name?"

"Shut up and waste! You don't deserve to know my name!" He clamored again.

Jonas sighed silently.

At the age of one, Jonas talked intermittently, and he frantically laughed at the mentally retarded.

At the age of two, another child would run away. Jonas was left in the room. A Red Guard woman took care of him. He satirized Jonas as a prisoner in the family and that Red Guard was a jailer.After Jonas retorted a few words, he was still messing around and simply stopped continuing the topic.

When she was three years old, her mother would take him for a walk in the spacious living room when she was free. She likes to sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, play the flute, and sing soothing songs.Whenever this lady started to hum, He started to make noises, like a bear kid who made a noise while covering his ears.Jonas ignored his interference and listened attentively to every note coming out of his mother's nose.

At the age of four, I am about to read and read.Jonas's talent is not bad. He has a natural curiosity about knowledge. Although he is always ridiculed by him, Jonas doesn't care. He knows that children don't have much ability.

Father's face became gloomy day by day. He was drinking and venting in the living room. The noise would come through the door and wall of Jonas' bedroom, and it felt like a thundercloud was roaring.

"Your father is really ashamed." He began to mock Jonas as usual.

"Oh."

"Are you so willing? If your trash father can be stronger and smarter, you will still be the child of the Daggeryu noble family, haha, although this nobleman is worthless, don't you want to continue this life? Live with peace of mind, be a son-in-law, don’t have to suffer those hardships, be bought and sold, and your adoptive parents will be killed..."

"Enough!" Jonas was angry at him for the first time. "My life is not a game on the board. Although I lose a step, I must never have any thoughts of regretting chess. I still have to leave it to me. Evaluate by yourself, no matter what you say, I won’t listen to you half a word. Mr. said that if a person refuses to admit his fate, there should be no so-called ifs.