The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

That boy didn't look like an ordinary boy.

He had dazzling blond hair, a pair of crimson eyes, and his pale skin looked bloodless. It seemed that he had been running for a long time. The sweat flowed down his forehead, and the crimson eyes reflected the colors familiar to Polunaev.

Polunaev looked at him in surprise.

"Huh...huh..."

Jonson took a big breath several times and looked at Polunaev's surprised expression. He had already simulated in his mind how to gain Polunaev's trust and obtain insect arrows several times.

Polunaev, I finally saw you. Jonson raised his head quickly and saw the worm arrow held tightly in his hand—

Finally, I am finally about to meet it.

Jonson looked at Poluna Lev frowning with a dangerous color in his eyes. When he saw Jonson's gaze fell on the worm arrow, he immediately put it away.

Jonson knew that he had looked at the Eyeworm Arrow, and was misunderstood by Polunaev. He was regarded as a hungry lone wolf by his adoptive father just because he wanted to eat ramen.

Polunaev squinted his one-eyed one, and the familiar face of Jonson reflected in his purple pupils. In Jonson's eyes, his body was broken and he had completely lost his legs as a glorious knight.

Jonson was thinking about Insect Arrow for one second, and thinking about it the next second, wondering if Qiao Luno could make the silver knight stand up again.

He was originally the chef of JOJO, and was moved by Polunaev's battle. Although his first goal was to return to his hometown, it would be good if he could save Polunaev.

"Hello sir, I'm the assassination team..." Johnson smiled self-righteously, and then started walking up the stairs.

"Stop!" Polunaev roared loudly, with suspicion and killing intent in the purple one-eyed.

Worse, my own villain's charm has begun to work miraculously again. The villain's charm will be most useful to sensitive, timid, cautious, weaker than myself, and natural bad guys.

Obviously, as Jonson's strength grows, this villain's halo will continue to increase.

Polunaev has a long history of battles and rich experience, and he is too keen on murderousness, especially now that Polunaev is holding insect arrows. He has kept them for too long, and insect arrows are his only hope. , Is also regarded by him as his only mission.

Put the bug arrow in the hands of someone who can properly control it.

He is very sensitive now.

"I am the nephew of the assassination team leader Risout..."

"I tell you to stop! Go down!" A silver chariot emerged behind him, gleaming with silver black light in the sunlight.

Jonson Joffrey raised his hand, signaled that he was harmless, smiled in front of the pressure, and began to silently walk down the stairs to the platform where the stairs turned.

"My nephew of Risout, I used to contact you online."

Polunaev censored Jonson Joffrey, but still didn't say a word.

"I'm here to take away your hope of defeating Diablo."

This young man made Polunaev quite disliked. From the moment he saw him, his gaze fell on the worm arrow. The greedy gaze reminded him of a familiar person.

Blond hair, red eyes, pale skin, and looks quite similar if they were specially substituted for that person.

However, it is broad daylight, and it is just after two o'clock noon. At this time, it is impossible to be a vampire.

But Polunaev was an old knight with extremely rich combat experience, and his eyes fell on his crimson eyes, which disgusted him.

Polunaev has been staying in a small village in Italy. It is not very convenient to move. News and actions have been completely blocked. However, he still learns some hacking techniques. Obviously he is no longer young and his fate has changed. He was given a lot of hardships, but he still didn't give up, but began to learn Internet technology optimistically.

As he has always carried out, he does not know whether he is challenging his fate, but he knows that he has been using the power of his late friend to continuously crush the difficulties in front of him.

In the assassination group he investigated against Diablo, there were eight people in total. It is not clear whether there is a nephew of Risout, but he believes that he must see if Risout is worthy of entrustment. The worm and arrow man.

In other words, even Risut Polunaev would not necessarily give him the Insect Arrow, let alone Jonson Joffrey.

"Where is Risout?!" Polunaev asked loudly.

"They are at the airport. There are enemies at the airport!" Johnson smiled and said sincerely: "I came to you to save time. I got the bug arrow first."

"After all, Diablo is still in this city, and we are also very worried about your safety..."

"Shut up! I'll say it again, go down!" Polunaev's one eye fell on Jonson's raised foot on the step.

Jonson Joffrey had to take off his foot honestly.

"What did you call it just now?"

"Ok?"

"It." Polunaev squinted at Jonson, and gently took out the arrow, the golden arrow gleaming with dazzling light.

"You just called it Worm Arrow."

Hiss, Jonson secretly said that it was not good, and his mouth was slapped again. Insect Arrow is the name of the fans themselves. They don't have the name themselves, they are all arrows.

"Ah yes, because there is a bug on it, isn't it?" Johnson smiled awkwardly.

Polunaev cast a suspicious look.

"I won't give you the arrow." Polunaev said slowly: "You smell so bad that I can't believe it..."

After hearing this, Jonson Joffrey put down his harmless hands and the smile fell off his face.

Since Polunaev is so ignorant of good and bad, then I'm not welcome.

The breath of Jonson Joffrey suddenly changed, and Polunaev subconsciously grasped his wheelchair.

What... Is it irritated because you can't get the arrow?

The slender western sword of the silver chariot swung to the chest, making a "whoop" in the wind.

Jonson Joffrey did not do what he expected, but...

Take your clothes off!

A purple star birthmark is at the junction of his shoulder and neck.

Polunaev’s one-eyed eyes widened, and it seemed to go back a long time ago...

"You are..." Polunaev whispered softly: "Josida..."

A pantothenic thing flooded his one eye, and Polunaev seemed to have gone back in that moment. He squeezed his wheelchair armrest and began to loosen it, and he said with a tremor—

"You belong to Josta's..."

"I'm the son of DIO." Jonson Joffrey said categorically.

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Push a book, a friend who has a good relationship with me, "Love Triangle"