The Legendary Man novel Chapter 880

The Legendary Man Chapter 880-By then, Jonathan had brought the blue vial to his lips.

However, the coffin’s words frightened him so much that he halted urgently. Realizing what he had almost done, he swiftly set the vial down.

Due to his body’s desire for the blue Holy Blood, he nearly consumed it instinctively.

Looking down at the vial in his hand, Jonathan discovered that the fragrant scent wafting from the opening had gotten stronger.

It felt as though a woman was beckoning at him through a curtain of haze. Truth be told, it was a tough invitation to turn down.

Stamping out the overwhelming craving for the blue liquid, Jonathan stuck the cork into the opening.

At the same time, Ksana, who was on the ground, abruptly opened her eyes.

Ding!

A string of sparks ignited, casting bright golden scintillations in front of Jonathan.

Ksana gripped an extremely short dagger as she stood several meters away from him.

“Hey, I saved your life. Aren’t you being too cold-blooded for attacking me the second you wake up?” he complained with a frown.

It was then that Ksana recognized Jonathan and finally dropped her guard.

With a light leap, she landed near the fire and took a cigar from her storage ring before picking up a piece of burning wood and lighting her cigar with it.

The woman looked incredibly bold as she took long drags after long drags on her cigar, looking nothing like the patient who was on the verge of death a while ago.

“You’re an interesting character. You nearly died earlier, and now you’re smoking a cigar as though none of that happened. Are all Remdikian women like you?” Jonathan remarked.

Ksana tilted her head to look at him and inhaled a lungful of her cigar before passing it to him.

“Want one?” she asked.

“No thanks. I’m not interested.” Jonathan declined her offer with a wave of his hand.

Her attention then fell on Jonathan’s hand. Within his palm, the light blue Holy Blood appeared magical under the illumination of the dancing flames.

Noticing her gaze, Jonathan rotated his wrist and kept the vial of Holy Blood in his storage ring.

Ksana smiled at his actions.

“You’d better hold onto that vial of Holy Blood tightly. With that thing, my life is in your hands.”

As she spoke, she placed her left hand on the ground to prop up her body before inching closer to Jonathan.

“Only Holy Blood can suppress my curse. With it in your possession, you can make me do anything,” she added.

Jonathan stared at Ksana’s gorgeous face that was right before his eyes. He took a deep breath before slowly saying, “Ksana, the cigar smell on you is overpowering. Could you maybe sit further away?”

At first, Ksana was stunned by his request but soon grinned as she returned to her seat.

She took two more puffs of her cigar before gazing at the fire and sighing.

“A person on the brink of death all year round has neither pride nor humility. The woman that you’re seeing now is the real me.”

Ksana did not skirt around the truth as she told him about her past. Despite appearing unbothered, a hint of agony flashed across her eyes.

“Ask her the origins of Holy Blood.” Coffin’s voice sounded in Jonathan’s mind once again.

Jonathan dared not delay the matter, so he put forth the question after a brief contemplation. “Ksana, how did Holy Blood come about? What about the witch you mentioned earlier? What is that?”

“It’s not witch,” Ksana replied.

She then took out two bottles of vodka as well as a large piece of ham and set them down in front of Jonathan.

“This is made from human flesh. Do you want some?”

Jonathan eyed the bright red piece of ham and downed a mouthful of vodka.

“What is it then if it’s not witch?” he probed.