The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Jonson turned his head and glanced at the fortune-telling room, looked down at the Pope Tarot card in his hand, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, with an unpredictable smile.

Of course what he said to Fuika was false.

Having said that, he is just an ordinary junior high school student, not even a stand-in messenger.

kono Jonson Joffrey Da!

It may be because Jonson himself possessed the skills of [the best villain is infinitely attractive], and was also surprised at the power of the system. This is the first time that he has used the skills provided by the system correctly. It seems that the system is not as useless as he thought.

People with weak willpower will be scared to pee on the spot, and the faint-hearted can't even look into Jonson's eyes.

In addition, Fuika found that his face-to-face divination and tarot divination had the opposite results, and his mentality was completely collapsed, and he definitely revealed that he had a stand-in.

Jonson smiled. He needs more, more people like Fuika. According to Fuika, she was guided by divination and destiny to come to him...

Is the reason for the opposite result of divination due to the system? The system gave him the combined body of DIO and Jonathan, and gave him a strong villain charm, but the most important thing is the spirit, and the most important thing in JOJO’s bizarre adventure world is the spirit...

Therefore, the divination of strength and face is the chosen one, and the divination of spirit is the rebellion of the pope?

Knowing the result, Jonson made a fist, and if the result of divination was true, then he had to break his fate.

There are so many things that can really change the destiny, the time of the world, the elimination of the Crimson King...

Destiny in this world is too tough and unexpectedly fragile.

After thinking about it carefully, Jonson raised an uncommon ambition—he wanted to use the powerful charm of [the best villain to attract others] to form an organization of his own.

But how do I contact my people who are scattered everywhere?

After all, I am not even a stand-in messenger. Calling with a mobile phone is very young! Just imagine, an underground mysterious organization cult about the mysterious divination magic of double messengers. The communication between members is like talking on the phone like high school girls, which is very shameful.

I was thinking about how my future organization would be, and when I looked up, I had already returned home.

"Didn't you find your mother?"

Jimmy Joffrey was sitting in the quiet living room, without turning on the lights, and he yelled abruptly that surprised Jonson.

Only then did he remember that this was originally the mother of the original owner.

Apparently, Jimmy also found nothing.

Jimmy said a few more sorry words, and Jonson sighed, without turning on the light, and went to sit on the sofa in the living room.

In the hidden blackness, only a few traces of moonlight in the gap between the curtains, with this pitch blackness, allowed him to finally talk to this three-month-old stepson.

"I actually have a few words to say to you all the time." Jimmy said: "You have changed recently, but I shouldn't have bothered too much. The Declaration of Independence says that every American has his own freedom. "

"But," Jimmy Joffrey said sadly, with a low voice like a cicada in early autumn, he took another photo from his arms and handed it to Jonson.

The moment Jonson saw the photo in the moonlight couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, hiding his powerless eyes in the darkness.

—The photo is still the one taken by Joseph with the most useless definition of the hermit by DIO. Qiao Luno would probably say: ‘I have the same paragraph! ’

After all, how many times has this photo been copied! Why do you have one? Is it true that JOJO's world's number one DIO chef is Joseph?

Jonson looked at it several times carefully, and a strong and treacherous man turned his back to the camera, with a familiar mark on the junction of his neck and shoulders, exactly the same as the one on his back.

Well, put it away, maybe you can use this to recognize my gang godfather and brother, who has been separated for many years, and hug my thigh.

"This man is your father." Jimmy Joffrey was afraid that Jonson would not know, and said slightly nervously, his tone was full of unwillingness, perhaps because he felt that he was very far from DIO, "Your mother, really very love him."

Jonson shrugged his nose, surprised by the charm of DIO. Jonson's mother did not plant the so-called granulation, and Qoruno's mother also escaped from DIO's hands, apparently DIO deliberately.

Beyond heaven? Let your child be your help beyond heaven, or know that you will die and that the child is just a way to resurrect in the future? Or just give birth and drink blood? As long as you keep making bread and raw bread, you can have the blood of Qiao's family?

Jonson scratched his head, completely shielding his stepfather's broken thoughts, he was filled with speculations about the future, and the curse of the mad demon Araki and the old demon.

"What will Jonson eat tomorrow morning?"

Oh, I'm still a little interested in this topic.

"Apple pie...huh? Isn't the opposite store closed yet?"

"…what?"

"There is light over there." Johnson stretched out his finger to the light that suddenly lit on the opposite side.

Jimmy was slightly dissatisfied with Jonson's interruption, so he followed Jonson's gaze.

"Just... there is always red light over there..."

Jonson suddenly violent, his muscles tensed, he grabbed Jimmy's collar like lightning. The puffy middle-aged man was lifted up like a chicken, one turned over and fell behind the sofa, and rolled over at super fast speed. On the one hand, this time his body movements far surpassed consciousness.

A howitzer made a loud noise and roared towards Geoffrey's house with a fanatical hurricane. The flames burst into the sky and a big hole was directly opened in the wall!

The exploded floor wall shot out gravel and dust splashes. The impact of gunpowder threw them two meters away. Jonson and Jimmy coughed vigorously. They were too close, and Jonson and Jimmy were both injured by the aftermath. , Jimmy's leg and stomach were opened with big holes, and Jonson was hit by gravel in the shoulder.

"Terror...terrorist? Or Arab?" Jimmy struggled to breathe hard, the pain made him bend like a shrimp, and everything in front of him began to darken and blur.

"no…"

Jonson's eyes were dull looking at the void, his left hand was holding his right shoulder...

He frowned, a rag doll holding a grenade gun reflected in his red eyes...

"Huohuo!" The puppet doll made a sharp and funny cry, turned its wooden body, and made a oozing creaking sound. Standing on the window sill shrouded in moonlight, a pair of toy eyes glowed red. The room was illuminated, holding a howitzer several times larger than himself, showing cruel horror.

Is it Annabel?

No! It's a stand-in attack!