Chapter 1419

"Bang!"

"Ah --"

Ron was slapped out of London by the devil. Marca wanted to help him, but she didn't have time after all. Watching him fly out of the fog like a broken kite, Maka immediately frowned. Only then did she resist the attack of the devil who moved in front of her in an instant and fly out backwards.

Soon, Marca fell next to Ron who fell to the ground and glanced back. After confirming that the demon obviously still couldn't leave the fog, he was a little relieved.

"Ron, it's okay. Don't worry! It's just a trauma. It'll soon -"

Listening to Ron's wailing in his ear, he quickly took out a bottle of magic medicine from his waist, pulled out the cork and planned to pour it on each other's shoulder.

Just now, he was slapped on his left shoulder by the devil and almost broke the whole shoulder. The bloody one looks really terrible. But as he said, the injury is not serious. It can be cured on the spot with medicine.

But just about to pour the medicine down, Maka suddenly stopped her hand and head, stared at Ron's injury and was stunned a little.

"Huh?"

He didn't delay too long. Soon, he saw the bright green liquid gurgling out and falling on Ron's shoulder. With a burst of white smoke rising, the rotten meat at the wound recovered at a speed recognizable to the naked eye.

In a twinkling of an eye, the shoulder and arm under the blood stain had been regenerated successfully, and Ron finally calmed down.

"All right, get up!" Marca patted him and asked, "Ron, there's something I want to ask you. Just now I found --"

"Is it about the wound healing? Hiss -" Ron moved his shoulder and said bitterly. "To be honest, I don't know what's going on... Marca, if I told you, I might have 'died' twice today, do you believe it?"

"What do you say?"

Asked Maka, reaching out to pull him up from the ground. After listening to Ron say all the previous things briefly, he saw the other party put his hand into the ragged collar and took out the pendant with only one bottle cap.

"I think it may be its role," Ron shook. "Remember? The small bottle of ash left by Professor Dumbledore to me! When I was unconscious... Er, it may be about to die, it broke and left such an indelible mark on my chest."

Watching Ron pull his collar open, Marca looked up and stretched out her finger to touch it. Then he frowned slightly and thought secretly.

"Marca?" Ron asked when he saw him thinking. "Do you know what ash it is?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the professor's Phoenix fox!"

Maka said casually. Suddenly, she felt her hand and scratched again on Ron's chest skin exposed to the air. Then, listen to Ron's "ow" cry, and there was an extravasating cut on the skin of his shoulder.

"Marca, if you want to try, tell me in advance!"

But Maka just waved her hand and nodded when she saw that the scratch really began to heal automatically.

"Although the details still need further research, you may not die easily in the future!" he said to Ron. "Just, it's best not to take this self-healing ability as your card. Don't be reckless, okay?"

"Of course," said Ron, shaking his head immediately. "Even if he can heal himself, it will still hurt when it's time to hurt! Especially when he felt that he was really close to death twice before, it's a bad taste!"

"Just understand!"

After that, Maka put her hand on his shoulder and said with a solemn look:

"After the self-healing ability, let's go back to the camp... I hope the guy you said hasn't left yet."

Before the voice fell, Ron just felt a sudden flower in front of him. Then he found that Maka had taken him directly to a corner of the open space in the middle of the San Mungo camp.

But when he looked around again, Maka herself seemed not to come back with him at all. There was no one around him.

Just when Ron couldn't help worrying, he heard Marca's voice passing by his ear:

"Wait here and don't run around."

At the end of the sentence, there was no sound. Ron knew that Marca must have quietly left to find someone. It seems that he had better not wander around. It would be bad if he met the fake first.

But after Ron stayed where he was and stood for a while, he realized that he didn't really have to stand here.

"Nothing seems to have happened in the camp?"

He looked around and occasionally saw one or two figures walking through a tent, all busy with their own affairs.

But think about it. If that guy wants to go, he doesn't have to make any big noise. For the other party's excellent disguise, it is obviously not difficult to take away an unsuspecting person.

While Ron was thinking alone in this corner, another familiar figure suddenly sounded behind him, making him turn around immediately.

"Ron? Are you back?"

It's Ginny!

Thank God, at least even if the fake Marca has taken someone away, that person is not Ginny!

"Ginny, are you all right? Is everything all right?"

"Something's wrong? What can happen to me in this camp?" Ginny immediately clapped his hand, then looked at him up, down, left and right. "I asked you, right? Didn't you go to accept Wei? As a result, Neville came back, but you... Pretend to be a hero!"

Ginny dialed him around and checked all the damaged parts of his clothes. After she found nothing wrong, she slapped him on the back.

"Say! What the hell is going on?"

"Ouch -"

Ron covered his back waist with his back hand and said in a embarrassed way:

"It's all right, it's really all right! I just went to find Maka... Wait a minute!"

Although his unexpected self-healing ability had already repaired his back injury, the near fatal injury at that time was not fake, and he still has lingering palpitations until now. The pain of Ginny's slap immediately reminded him of his dying experience, and a layer of greasy cold sweat immediately exuded on his forehead.

However, he can blame Ginny for this. After all, Ginny is also a way to express concern... Although this way is more or less rude.

But just then Ginny frowned and said:

"Find Maka? Isn't Maka in the camp? I saw him looking for Luna just now..."

"Luna?"