The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain - Chapter 550

It’s about Jonson’s entry to become Chengtaro’s adopted son. I’m not satisfied with what I wrote. Maybe I wanted to write it too well. My friends said it looked like a drama and asked me to write another million (covering my face). , But I still wrote it out, and gave it an end without beginning and end. This kind of if line is very difficult to write. The main reason is to condense a lot of content into a few chapters, which will eventually lead to unsightly. It is better to write a bunch Individuals are blowing Jonson’s big baby together.

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“Is it Mr. Sora Jotaro?”

Sorajo Jotaro heard a little hoarse voice from the young boy on the phone in his ear. Jotaro looked at the sky outside through the glass window of the cafe, feeling that it might be raining.

“it’s me.”

Concise answer, the boy on the opposite side was silent for a moment, and Chengtaro blankly imagined how this boy should hold the phone and scratch his head like a DIO.

The children with the blood of DIO are the most difficult to deal with.

“I might come over at five o’clock. After school, I will go to the baseball club.”

“good.”

Jonson Joffrey put down the phone, his heart was pounding, and he bounced around the room alone—

Because of the excitement, after a few months, I finally met a character in the original book, and he is still a heavyweight idol in the original book, Jonson Joffrey’s heart is like a rush of horses—

He conceived a little bit about some matters about his meeting with Chengtaro, and checked his best villain system. His goal is to become the best villain.

This tells him very clearly that if Jotaro must be an enemy of himself, this meeting will wipe out Jotaro’s suspicion of him and become beyond DIO, Katz, Kira Yoshikage, Diablo, Puqi, and Varen. Tai’s villain, he had to be an enemy of all JOJO.

Is this my destiny? Jonson thought with a wry smile.

Jonson Joffrey arrived at the predetermined place earlier than he thought, and arrived at the cafe at 4:44, but Cheng Taro was already poking there, and he was a little excited.

It’s like looking at the most realistic COS in history, but because of the problem of JOJO’s dress, even if it is taken from the second dimension and in the three-dimensional state, Jonson can accurately recognize who is the stand-in messenger.

When Jotaro saw Jonson, he was a little surprised. No wonder he was the son of DIO first discovered by the SPW consortium. Jonson Joffrey simply wrote a few big words on his face—

D.I.O

The moment he saw him, Cheng Taro thought that DIO was resurrected. Jonson Joffrey sat opposite to Cheng Taro. Cheng Taro didn’t give Jonson Joffrey any face—

Jonson Joffrey said quietly, and as he said, a patter of rain began to fall outside. His voice echoed in Chengtaro’s ears, amplified by the sound of rain outside, making him clearer. In the faint tremor in his words, I found a hint of lying.

The kid Jonson is not like him when he was a child. His head is slightly hanging, his hands are tense, and his eyes are dodged—

These are quite in line with all Chengtalang’s imagination before meeting Jonson. He was lonely and lacking love since he was a child, his mother was mentally ill, and his adoptive father was a foreign immigrant.

Cheng Taro’s suspicion of the juvenile was not dispelled at all. If it was just an ordinary child who was lonely and lacking love and had a miserable childhood, then Cheng Taro would not say anything—

“My mother really wants to see you, and my adoptive father, Mr. Jimmy, wants to see you too. I know how wicked my father is, but I won’t be that kind of person.” Johnson Joffrey looked up, a pair of quite rare The red eyes reflected Chengtaro’s appearance—

The teenager bowed like a Japanese, like a kid going to join a club, walked quickly and left the cafe.

Jotaro answered the call and his eyes fell out of the transparent glass window of the cafe. He saw the boy, who was holding an umbrella for a beggar.

More than 90% of the people in this world, even Seven and Eighty, still can’t see through that thin layer of belly to see the beating heart. Even Jotaro doesn’t have a mature method to tell whether others are lying.

A boy would hold an umbrella for a beggar. There must be a lot of show-making elements during the period, but this matter is still beyond his imagination. Sorajo Jotaro repeatedly analyzed in his mind—

If it was a show, how did he know that he would answer the phone, and the eyes that kept looking around would just fall to the figure of Jonson Joffrey holding the umbrella for the beggar? The answer is no, so the young man must do this from his heart.

“It’s just an ordinary child.” Said Jotaro.

But there was a mask that lay in Chengtaro’s heart. He felt that a young man with red eyes could not be an ordinary person.

As soon as I finished talking, I was just an ordinary child, and it was dawn the next day, when Jotaro received the news that Jonson Joffrey’s house had been attacked by DIO fanatics, but Jonson Joffrey had defeated the enemy—

In Jotaro’s mind, it appeared again. In the heavy rain, the boy was holding an umbrella, so he hurried to Jonson Joffrey’s house.

The destruction of the battle exceeded Cheng Taro’s imagination, and Cheng Taro arrived here earlier than the police and doctors. Seeing Jonson Joffrey fell to the ground with a lot of wounds on his body, he did not choose to call him, but to fight alone. This incident exceeded Chengtaro’s imagination of this gentle boy.

“Are you here long ago?” Jotaro was shocked by the first sentence of Jonson’s opening.

A gloomy sorrow, like the dawn on the horizon, rose slowly from my heart—

It was like the white umbrella that Jonson played that day. He has been soaked by ink-like sewage. If Jotaro could arrive earlier, he might be able to save the child and really live what he wants. That kind of ordinary high school life.

However, as he himself thought, a boy with red eyes would never lead a peaceful life.

A sense of guilt still fills Chengtarou’s heart. In Chengtarou’s eyes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. He bears all the misfortunes caused by the stand-in messenger on his shoulders. The more the responsibility is The heavier and heavier, he fell into endless aging.

Jonson Joffrey lost his parents in this way, and awakened a substitute in the great pain of losing his father.

Chengtaro thought that others could understand him, but in the end no one had any obligation to find the softness of a clam-like heart from within Chengtaro’s heart that was as gentle as a pearl.

His tenderness was shown on Jonson, but it was a headache for Jonson, making Jonson mistaken for Cheng Taro to think that his injury was not serious.

Jonson Joffrey has no other relatives. This boy is completely different from the last time he met in the cafe. This time he seems to have grown up overnight, and his red eyes are no longer evasive, nor there. With that said, I’m going to be a kind person—

The unworried Jonson finally concluded that he was going to be sent to the orphanage. Just hearing the three words of the orphanage, Cheng Taro’s brain under the cold surface like a Swiss steel knife had already made up for it, and it was dark. The orphanage shows the ugliness of human beings, and the son of the pure white devil is dyed black by the world’s big dye vat.

Being able to awaken the substitute without knowing what the substitute is, and kill a vampire that the SPW consortium has been pursuing for a long time when the adoptive father dies. If you leave Jonson alone, then things are unthinkable—

If the other party is a devil, let him come to me.

“Then you come home with me,” said Cheng Taro, “I also have a daughter, wife.”

“Huh?” Jonson Joffrey looked surprised.

“Why, you don’t want to, do you want to do something?”

“Ah, no no.” Jonson Joffrey waved his hands repeatedly—

I, Jonson Joffrey, was fourteen years old. As the father of DIO, I became Chengtaro’s adopted son. All this happened too naturally, because Jonson Joffrey had no relatives at all.

To be precise, there are, but it’s far away in Naples, Italy, and it didn’t come. Hearing Naples, Johnson couldn’t help but wonder who this relative is?

Giorno? It seems that this is the person with blood he knows.

But it was said that it was his father’s relative. Through Jonson Joffrey’s various eavesdropping and clues, Jonson roughly inferred that this relative might have something to do with the gang. What the Italian gang Jonson can think of is Enthusiastically organized.

However, he counted, and now there is still half a year before the plot of Toowang Din takes place, and there are still two years before my underworld brother becomes a boss.

Maybe the relationship between the uncle and the Giorno brothers can help Jonson find a place in Naples.

Jonson was sitting in the back seat of the car and took out a photo from his arms. The photo was given to him by his adoptive father Jimmy. Keep this photo well. It will be useful when you see Qoruno again in the future.

I, the younger brother of the underworld boss, shouldn’t have the heart to watch his brother live on the street, right?

Jonson peeked at Jotaro from the rearview mirror. He was sitting in the co-pilot. Jotaro was going to take Jotaro to his house. They had already gone through the formalities.

“My goal is to become the best villain.” Jonson thought. The first thing is to become stronger. He called out all the achievements of his best villain, frowned slightly, and rationalized what should be done first. What to accomplish.

The car drove gently into the tunnel under the overpass, as if a hot knife was cutting through a block of butter. The dark car tunnel was illuminated by yellow incandescent lamps, and the corners of Jonson Joffrey’s mouth were slightly raised.

The light and shadow of the car hit his face, constantly switching, dark and light, his red eyes showed a look of good and evil.

He recalled the first time that DIO entered Josda’s house. History is always repeated—Jonson’s initial plan was to create his own organization through the plot he knew, but now the situation has changed drastically, and he can’t Don’t replan—

At the moment the black car rushed out of the tunnel, Jonson Joffrey smiled, just like his father, DIO, getting all the money from the SPW consortium, right? And Josda’s.

If it is a young man who has witnessed the death of his adoptive father, facing the night and vampires, blood and tragic fate, how should I face this place? Jonson thought so.

He looked at himself from the glass window of the car, in a daze, a demon’s face appeared on the glass window of the car-it was not his face.

He blinked, and finally found that there was only himself in the mirror. I was thinking of annexing Josda’s family property. It’s really not like me…

Jonson thought, he wanted to embark on a path that really belonged to him, but the system was reminding him of another path.

I will succeed, right? Killing others in the name of gentleness? Jonson raised his hand, and his hand became that of the rebellious pope.

As soon as Jonson Joffrey got out of the car, a small head stuck out from the room, and Jonson frowned slightly—

“Are you Jonson?” Xu Lun said, and she raised her head with an expression of joy.

“You are… Xu Lun?” Johnson also asked.

“I told you a long time ago, Xu Lun.” Cheng Taro also got out of the car, “This is your brother.”

Xu Lun nodded vigorously. She didn’t know what fate would be in the future. She was waiting for him. She followed the example of an adult and raised her hand—

Jonson looked down at her little hand and reached out to hold it. Xu Lun’s little hand was empty and fat, and Jonson wrapped her hand firmly.

“Welcome to my house.” Xu Lun Sora Tiao smiled, now she just rarely sees Cheng Taro.

Xu Lun Xu Lun’s green eyes showed something shining like stars, and said with a smile—

“It looks like I should call your brother? My mother calls me JOJO, you just call me JOJO…”

Hearing this sentence, Jonson wanted to reproduce the famous scene of DIO seeing Jonathan, but he always couldn’t say that to a little girl like Xu Lun, not to mention, this is a person who regards death as home, as an old world. The last soldier girl.

Is this her destiny? Is the best villain my destiny?

Jonson couldn’t say anything like DIO. He shook Xu Lun’s hand firmly, as if to exchange the marks of fate, and said:

“Thank you, I’m actually JOJO too.”

“Hey, there are three JOJOs in our family!”

Jonson originally had a younger sister who could soon become the best sibling with Xu Lun, but Chengtaro said again that he hoped Jonson could go to Duwang Town with him.

Jonson frowned, thinking with a headache, don’t form the so-called fetters with others, but he is always forced to do such things.

But these seemed to be his own choices. If he could, he could leave Chengtaro, but it always went against his wishes. At this time, Jonson Joffrey discovered that the person who made the choice was always himself.

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