Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

The cockroach was trampled to pieces by Li Qing.

The damage suffered by the avatar was transmitted back to the main body in equal proportions. Willy, who was still unaware of everything and tried to pounce on Giorno to suck blood, immediately felt as if someone had crushed him on the head with a steamroller and punched him countless times. , the whole person was deflated.

He collapsed heavily to the ground, his bones all over his body were broken, his skin was torn, and blood overflowed.

Unspeakable pain enveloped his whole body, and his fragile will was on the verge of collapse, and the powerful power gained from being transformed into a vampire could not function.

Willie was completely defeated.

And Li Qing used the golden bell to rush into the past immediately, making it impossible for Willy to get close to the seriously injured Giorno.

Huh! Li Qing rubbed his feet against the ground in shock. He was so strong that he wanted to rub off the soles of his shoes that were stained with cockroach bodily fluids.

Then, with his face a little better, he gently helped Giorno up from the ground.

Giorno endured the severe pain of nerve amputation and reshaping, and took the time to let Golden Experience cut open his body and create organs and bones that replaced several key parts.

After saving his life and regaining his ability to move, he immediately rushed to the side of his companions who were also dying, using emergency measures to help Fugo, whose lower body was cut in half, and Bucciarati and others whose bones were broken due to heavy blows.

Although there was no time to help them recover from their injuries one by one, Fuge, who was the most seriously injured, still had an emergency meat ball attached to his lower body, but this at least helped them save their lives for the time being.

Is it successful?

Bucciarati woke up from the severe pain, but his consciousness was still vague.

He had just seen his father standing at the gate of heaven, smiling and waving to him.

Yes. Giorno helped Bucciarati heal his legs first and helped him up tremblingly.

Cough cough cough cough. Bucciarati spat out a mouthful of blood with difficulty and smiled with some relief: To be honest, although the battle lasted until the last moment, it is hard for me to believe that we can win.

Yeah, ahem. That man is really scary.

Naranja staggered and held on to the wall, looking at Giorno with a very complicated look with his eyes that had just seen his dead mother not long ago:

Hey, Giorno, why didn't you tell me earlier if you had such a father?

Call your dad for help. Even the organization and the boss should be easy to kill, right?

The atmosphere gradually became more relaxed, and everyone had the energy to joke around.

Help? Giorno sighed helplessly: I have no impression of this father, but judging from my mother's attitude, he should have been dead for a long time.

Are you dead? Everyone was silent for a while.

After finally defeating an imitation through Willy's destiny, they simply couldn't imagine that anything in the world could defeat the real Dio.

correct.

After sighing for a while, Bucciarati remembered the culprit of this incident: Where is Willy?

Not dead yet.

Li Qing, who had been squatting in the shadows and playing around with the seriously injured Willy as if he was studying some exotic creature, said:

Vampires can also transform into dependents. No matter how hard you try with conventional methods, they won't die.

Hey, there are even vampires in this world, so there won't be any magic, qigong, monks, or paladins, right?

Li Qing, who didn't know much about Jojo, suddenly felt that something was wrong with this worldview.

I've never heard of any of this nonsense.

However, before today, I didn't believe that there was such a thing as a vampire in the world.

Bucciarati sighed with emotion.

He held on to his body, which had not yet been fully healed, and walked step by step towards Willy, who should have died but did not.

Bucciarati glanced at Willy, and Willy looked back at Bucciarati with his panicked, frightened and painful eyes:

Bucciarati.

Willy, who was crushed all over and was later treated like a frog on the dissecting table by Li Qing, begged pitifully:

Please spare me.

I just had a fever. I, I don't want to die.

His throat was hoarse and his eyes were weak, like a rat that was about to be put into a cage and drowned.

Bucciarati was silent and looked at the blood flowing everywhere in this alley.

Some of the blood belonged to him and his companions, and some came from those gangsters who had been devoured.

So, with almost no hesitation, Bucciarati said to Li Qing so coldly:

Throw him into the sun and finish him off.

This kind of bloodthirsty and evil monster should not be left in the world.

good.

Li Qing didn't hesitate at all.

At first, he fantasized about getting a vampire bloodline, and then finding a place in this mysterious world to learn qigong that he didn't know existed, and trying to develop some kind of fusion skills like in the novel, and unlock the genetic lock. Become One Punch Man.

However, after witnessing with his own eyes the huge weakness of death in the presence of light and the fact that Willy was still a waste after becoming a vampire, Li Qing was no longer interested in the legendary bloodline.

He pulled the only vampire they knew from the ground and threw him mercilessly into the unshaded sunshine.

呲呲呲.

First there was a slight sound like roasting meat, and then Willy's skin, flesh, and bones began to peel off inch by inch under the blazing sunlight.

Ahhhhhh!!

Suffering this purgatory-like pain, his pitiful eyes turned into unspeakable resentment in an instant: Damn it, Bucciarati! It was you who caused it, it was you who caused me to be like this! I obviously know With such a powerful power, you underestimate me, despise me, and don't give me a chance to change my destiny.

This is all your fault!!

.

Bucciarati remained silent and did not ask questions.

And in the ashes caused by the melting of flesh and blood, Willy used his last strength to curse Bucciarati with great malice.

Bucciarati still didn't speak, just watched Willy die quietly.

finally

Just when his brain was about to be burned out by the sun and his consciousness was completely blurred, Willy, with a distorted expression and angry eyes, finally inadvertently saw the gaze cast by Bucciarati in silence:

What kind of look is that?

Anger and disgust, but obviously with a kind of regret, a kind of pity, and an indescribable tenderness.

Why is he looking at me like this?

I obviously almost killed all of them, but Bucciarati is still feeling sorry for me?

Why?

And the look in his eyes is so familiar.

At the last moment of his life, Willy recalled the memories he had forgotten:

That's his mother.

His mother had taken great care of him and was the only safe haven in his miserable life.

But after Willy repeatedly left all the negative emotions that had nowhere to vent to his mother, she finally became completely disappointed with the child who was timid and incompetent in front of him but was irritable and irritable in others.

At the moment when she was ruthless enough to drive Willy out of the house, her eyes were as complicated as Bucciarati's now:

Anger, disgust, but with a kind of tenderness that can't be let go.

ah.

It turned out that it was my mother.

Did I, a loser who only gets angry at those close to me, unknowingly regard the gentle Bucciarati as a mother who can continue to tolerate me?

Damn it

In front of outsiders, he is obviously a loser who lives by reading air, but he wants to leave the worst, most arrogant and unreasonable side to his family.

I, it turns out, have always been such a damn guy.

Under the blazing sunshine, a crystal tear suddenly fell from the corner of Willy's eye.

The tears slowly slid down her cheeks, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Soon, the monster that shed these tears turned into a piece of fly ash that was scattered by the wind, and only the tears fell slowly among the scattered ashes.

Tears fell to the ground and the ashes dispersed.

Bucciarati vaguely heard: I'm sorry.