The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

As soon as Jonson's voice fell, the heavy snow in front of him suddenly stopped.

"What did you say?"

Someone said behind Jonson. Jonson opened his red eyes, then turned to see the man in the gray-brown cloak—

Jonson took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to exchange Jonny for Joe Luno."

The saint was surprised. He looked at Jonson, the dark brown cloak fell, revealing the crown of thorns and black hair—

"The remains can be exchanged for equal value, but you have to think clearly."

Jonson was silent for a moment. Whether it was D4C or the Killer Queen, both had the ability to cross the world line. If Qiao Luno and Jonny were swapped, they could be exchanged back in the future.

"You can change it back." The saint seemed to know what Jonson was thinking, and then he raised his scarred hand, with a huge hollow in his wrist.

"Your exchange has been allowed, but I hope you don't regret it," he said.

In the next second, everything in front of him returned to the original scene again, and Jonson’s legs returned—

Jonny watched this scene in disbelief—

"What's going on..." Jello said tremblingly, and Jonson quickly raised his head to look at Jonny. Jonny's washed blue eyes were like bright stars, with immaturity and childishness hidden in them.

This is not the look in Gioruno's eyes.

"Jonny..." Jonson yelled tentatively. Jonny nodded vigorously.

why? Didn’t I trade Joe Luno for Jonny? Jonson struggled out of Jonny's arms—

Jonny cried with joy. Although he didn't know what happened, he still hadn't lost Jonson.

——

Just tens of kilometers away, the little girl in purple took her puppet and said, "Cindy, I know why we are here."

"What we have always guarded is the remains of this saint. Only those who dared to abandon everything can own the remains, but can those who abandon everything be called a human?"

"People live in this world by connection."

Without connection, people are not people.

"Xiu Ge!" The little girl heard a familiar call, and she quickly turned her head back—

"Dad! Mom!" She immediately threw herself into the arms of her parents, her kind mother and honest father hugged her, Hugh Gmunden seemed to understand—

Whether it is the remains, or Jonny, or anyone else belongs to Jonson Joffrey, because he is the master of this world.

It's like picking up things, you have to bend down—

Jonson Joffrey is bending down instead of this world.

Not only Xiugmanden’s parents, but everyone on the tree has recovered from their original appearance—

Wikabebo looked at his hand, and a black-haired man behind him shivered down from the tree.

"What the **** is going on?!" the black-haired man Marjet Majet said loudly, "I remember it clearly, brother Wikabebo, you are looking at me for the remains of your body. It has become wood!"

Wikabibo was wearing a golden coat, and his golden hair and beard shaved into pieces made him look like an Egyptian pharaoh.

"You did a good job, and there is still a dollar left so that I can also become wood."

Majiet immediately smiled, and then said: "Then we both clarify."

"Find out," Wikkibibo said solemnly: "I'm just completing the task given by the adults, and you are sending me to death again."

Majet is not talking, but Wikabibo doesn’t want to care about this. He wants to know who passed the test. However, according to the final results of him and Majet, the body should not be in the hands of the person who passed the test. Bar?

"Little sister." Wikabebo asked Hugh Gmunden, "Who rescued everyone?"

Xiugmanden stunned for a moment, and said loudly to everyone:

"A saint, a lord of the world, a beloved of the gods, a wise man, a master who does not belong to this era, a new **** born in this blizzard—"

"!!!"

——

Jonson got up from the ground and was silent, but he had already made a deal with the saint for Jonny to change for Joe Luno. Although Jonny might go to the old world, but with D4C and the killer queen, they can be both. Change it back again.

But the saint said that the exchange has been successful, but the Jonny in front of him is still the Jonny, regardless of the eyes, nose, and soul, it is Jonny.

The fog-like heavy snow seemed to plunge the entire town into a melting pot, roasting the silvery white color, and the snow fell from the sky to the white ground as if it was the size of a dove—

The world has been turned upside down, and the white earth illuminates the gray sky.

It was the last glimpse of the earth without the temperature. It was sandwiched between two tall buildings. One of the tall buildings was also named Qi Beilin. It rose from behind Jonson and from Jonson. Falls before the eyes of-

"Great... Jonson is still alive."

Jello said lightly, seeming to feel overwhelmed because it happened suddenly.

Jonny’s red eyes were stained white with snow, and Jello searched through Herterpanz’s bag. He complained as usual about Herterpanz who had already said goodbye—

"While we are suffering, this lady still has wine to drink?" He took out the wine glass from the bag Heterpanz threw to him, and then handed Jonson and Jonny—

Jonson was still thinking about why Jonny and Goruno didn’t exchange—

"People live by connection." As if responding, Johnson heard someone talking to him.

This is a saint, but he is no longer surprised.

"No one can abandon everything, even a saint." The saint's voice, along with the sound of Jello pouring wine, has flowed into Jonson's ears—

I often thought it was a fool who named a wise man. I often thought it was a coward who photographed the hero. I often think that beings have transformed into Buddha.

It is the sentient beings who let the saint lifted up, even this saint, there are sentient beings who lifted it up high—

But what does this have to do with the exchange of Jonny and Giorno?

Jonson heard Jello handing himself the cup.

Jonny and Giorno have already exchanged, and what is being exchanged is not their identities, but this link. My connection with Giorno has been disconnected, or even said, it has been replaced by his connection with someone else.

Jonson Josta? Jonson grabbed his neck and I was replaced—

The person who really exchanges is not me—

It’s the connection between Jonson Joffrey and Joruno Chobana, Jonny Josta and Jonson Josta...

Jonson smelled coal from the alley, and the exhaled mist passed through his young neck, never going away.

"Let's have a toast," Jello said.

Jonson stood up from the ground, he looked into the distance, and he was surprised to see Diego in the misty snow.

Diego was wearing a little thicker, riding a horse and standing in the shadow of the town. He glanced at Jonson one last time, then drove the horse and walked away.

He has been there all the time, is he waiting for us to die? Or is it to forgive us by just sitting on the sidelines?

Jello recalled what his father said to him when he had an operation with his father a long time ago. He looked up at Jonson. At that time, his father said to him:

"It's like a tennis ball. No one knows where he will fall when he hits the net and bounces?"

Jonson was the tennis ball that hit the net. Jello couldn't guess, where would Jonson fall back to one day? He smiled, his golden teeth were also stained with snow.

"It's a toast to the tennis ball that hits the net."

"What the **** is that?" Jonny asked Jello, but Jello didn't answer. He smiled, then changed his words:

"Then for the next body."

Jonny raised his head and looked at Jonson looking into the distance. Jonson turned around—

The light and crisp clash of wine glasses rang through the boundless snow and floated on the railway near the town. The long railroad tracks seemed to extend to the snow country—

"It's not just the remains." Johnson said: "We still have an end."

"Then respect the next body and the destination."

"Respect the next body and destination."

"Respect the next body and destination."

Jonson drank the glass of ordinary fruity wine, and there seemed to be warm wind blowing in his ears.