The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

"My lord, destiny guides us to meet again."

The woman with the most popular light brown skin, wearing a somewhat primitive robe, knelt in front of Jonson with her knees bent, and kissed the back of his hand lightly.

Fujka's height is considered tall among girls, about one meter eight meters tall, she has the style of a female fortune-teller, and is a product of mixed races from many countries.

Fortune-tellers can be said to be a unique existence in the JOJO worldview, because their fortune-telling is extremely accurate, and they have a very high professional spirit, even if I die, they have to say what I have occupied.

So when he found out that Fuika had the talent of a fortune-teller, he immediately gathered it up.

Jonson ignored him, but looked out of the crimson velvet floor-to-ceiling window, the shaking red wine glass reflected the ceiling lamp, Jonson lifted it up and took a drink.

Facts have proved that Jonson did not misunderstand the wrong person, and Fuika is really not a simple character, at least it can bring too much intelligence to Jonson.

"It's completely different from the last time I saw you." Fujka sat across from Jonson. The light in the room was a little bit dim, and it was already dark.

"Have you come to me, are you ready for your enlightenment?" Johnson said lazily after a long while.

"Not only do I have a good sense of consciousness, I am here to offer you two treasures, as well as some of my experiences in the past few months since I separated from you."

"I really love you so much." Fuika showed admiring eyes. Her eyes are very beautiful, as deep as the starry sky, and the sky is blue during the day.

The love in her mouth is completely different from the love of a real woman. It is also different from Terry Hugh's love of Jonson. It has the same love and respect as the believer's love for God, and the same feeling that Enya loves DIO.

By the way, now that Jonson finally knows that Terry Hugh likes him, but it doesn't make much sense to him. She is no longer the daughter of the boss, but it's okay to be nice to her.

For Jonson, about his fate, going home, realizing the dreams of Lisut and the assassination group, and let "PASSIONE" rule Italy, these things are far above the love of men and women.

In contrast, the love and respect of Fuyika and the appearance of respect (meaning useful to oneself) is much more beautiful than that of Bit Lihuo.

"There are too many people who love me." Johnson replied expressionlessly, and then motioned to his men in suits to leave.

"Then let me prove that I am totally different from other people who love you." After all, Fuika took out a double-layered box with a painted Victorian style from his side.

"Please forgive me for being rude, but I want to ask you to open it yourself. The password is your birthday."

Jonson raised his eyebrows, then typed his birthday on the box—

As a result, it could not be opened.

Jonson frowned, and Fuika was quite embarrassed.

Did my divination go wrong again? ! She was a little surprised. It was really shameful that she definitely shouldn't foretell Lord Joffrey at will.

Jonson tilted his head, his half-opened crimson eyes reflected Fuika's appearance.

She knelt down and apologized, but Jonson didn't seem to mind, but asked her to open the box.

"My lord, I'm sorry, it seems that I still don't have a long memory, and I'm going to arrogantly divvy up your affairs." Fuyka wiped her forehead with her long sleeves, and then opened the box herself.

The moment Jonson saw her opening the box, the red pupils shrank slightly, because the code that Fuika entered was his real birthday before crossing.

This woman's fortune-telling is not about Jonson Joffrey, but the new Jonson Joffrey, the soul of his traverser.

What a horrible woman, if she is allowed to do divination at will, can she even be able to divination even if she is a traverser?

"Please open it." Fuika smiled sweetly.

Johnson took the box and opened it slowly—

This time he was really surprised, because there was a...

arrow.

The scarlet eyes were stained with a layer of surprise, and Fuika couldn't help but feel a burst of joy when he saw such a surprise color.

"Where did you get it?" Jonson said naturally, not asking questions but confirming something.

"On the top of the world, where I study ripples."

"Those lamas are really amazing," said Jonson, looking like I knew it a long time ago, and of course Fuyka was really convinced.

Jonson concealed his inner ecstasy, and when he wanted to say he was looking for an arrow, the arrow came.

"This arrow has been kept in the tank of a living Buddha."

Sitting in an aquarium is a Buddhist tradition, also known as attainment and passing away. It means that when a high monk is about to die, put it in a jar and open it in a few years or even a hundred years, and it can be turned into a relic.

And this arrow lies in the eminent monk's tank.

If you look at it this way, then this arrow is the missing arrow.

No wonder the original book didn't even mention it, it turned out to be rolled around to a dark place.

If it hadn't been for the acquaintance of Fuika before, I'm afraid I would never have touched this arrow in my life. This is really fate.

Jonson took out the arrow—

That one was not rusty at all, glowing with golden light, it was really a bit dazzling, but there was no bug on it like a bug arrow, it can be said to be about the same as Polbo's.

"In my opinion," Fujka said, "There is a **** in this world."

"It's not God, not Buddha, or God, but a unique god." Fuyka stood up and paced slowly on the dark red cashmere carpet.

This not too big reception room has a luxurious feel. Intricate lighting is hung on the ceiling where the story of the fire thief Archimedes is painted. The decorative fireplace will never catch fire, but it is mysterious. .

"The gods in this world..." she said, her voice slightly hoarse, matching her mysterious complexion, she continued: "I don't know what kind of existence..."

"But I have got his code word."

code word? ! On the surface, Jonson doesn't care, you can say anything, but in fact, his heart is quite flustered.

The code word she said shouldn't be...

"Please open the second box."

"..." Johnson looked at the box, feeling that he had already got the answer—

"Are you talking about the whispers of God?"

"It's you." She smiled, her teeth were very healthy and white, she looked very young, and her eyes were full of admiration.

"I barely interpreted part of the content..."

Jonson stretched out his hand and motioned to her to shut up, "I just want to know how you got it."