The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

"What the hell is going on?!!" the black-haired man Majet Majet said loudly, "I remember it clearly, Brother Wicca Bibo, you just looked at me eagerly for the sake of the body. turned into wood!"

Wicka Bibble wore a golden coat, and his shaved golden hair and beard looked a bit like an Egyptian pharaoh.

"You did a good job too, and you still have a dollar left to turn me into a log."

Majiete immediately apologized, and then said: "Then let's get it right."

"Make it clear," Wicca Bibble said seriously, "I'm just completing the task given by the adults, and you are sending me to my death."

Majet is not talking, but Wicca Bibo doesn't want to care about this, he wants to know who passed the test, but according to the final results of him and Majete, the body should not be in the hands of the person who passed the test Bar?

"Little sister." Wicca Bibble asked Hugh Manden, "Who saved everyone?"

Hugh Manden froze for a moment, and said loudly to everyone:

"He is a saint, he is the master of the world, he is the favorite of the gods, he is a wise man, he is the master who does not belong to this era, and he is the new god born in this blizzard—"

"!!!"

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Jonson got up from the ground, silent, but he had already made a deal with the saint to let Johnny go to replace Giorno. Although Johnny might go to the old world, with D4C and Killer Queen, both of them can be exchanged. Change it back again.

But the saint said that the exchange has been successful, but the Johnny in front of him is still the same Johnny, no matter the eyes, nose and soul, it is still Johnny.

The fog-like snow seems to have plunged the entire town into a melting furnace, baking out silvery white. The snow seems to be the size of a pigeon, falling from the air to the white ground——

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

That no temperature casts a last glance at the earth as if the setting sun is reluctant to leave. It is sandwiched between two tall buildings, one of which is named after Zeppelin. It rises from behind Jonson, from Jonson falling before my eyes——

"Great...Jonson is still alive."

Jie Luo said lightly, as if feeling overwhelmed by the sudden occurrence,

Johnny's reddish eyes were stained white by snow, and Gero was rummaging through Hetpanz's bag, complaining as usual to Hetpanz who had said goodbye——

"While we were suffering, this woman still had wine to drink?" He took out the wine glass from the bag that Hetpanz threw him, and handed it to Jonson and Jonny—

Jonson was still wondering why Johnny and Giorno didn't switch——

"People live by connection." As if in response, Jonson heard someone talking to him.

It was a saint, but he was no longer surprised.

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

I often thought it was the fool who brought up the wise.I often think that cowards make heroes.I often think that sentient beings have transformed the Buddha.

It is all living beings who lift up the saint, and even this saint is lifted up by all living beings——

But what does this have to do with Jonny and Giorno swapping?

Jonson heard Gero pass the cup to him.

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

Jonson Joestar?Jonson grabs his neck, I'm replaced—

It wasn't me who actually exchanged—

It's the connection between Jonson Joffrey and Giorno Giovanna, Jonny Joestar and Jonson Joestar...

Jonson smelled coal from the alley, and the mist of his breath passed through his young neck and never dissipated.

"Let's have a drink," Gerald said.

Johnson stood up from the ground, he looked into the distance, he was surprised to see Diego in the foggy snow.

Diego wore a little thick clothes, and stood in the shadow of the town on his horse. He took a last look at Jonson, then drove the horse, and walked into the distance.

Is he always there, waiting for us to die?Or stand by and watch is the forgiveness for us?

Jello recalled what his dad had said to him long ago, when he was in surgery with him, and he looked up at Jonson, and at that time, his dad said to him:

"It's like a tennis ball. When it bounces off the net, no one knows which side it will fall to?"

Jonson is the tennis ball that bounces off the net, and Jello can't guess which side Jonson will fall back to one day?He smiled, golden teeth, also stained by white snow.

"Here's to the tennis ball hitting the net."

"What the hell is that?" Johnny asked Gero, but Gero didn't answer, he smiled, and then changed his words:

"Then it's for the next corpse."

Jonny raised his head and looked at Jonson who was looking into the distance, and Jonson turned around——

The sound of wine glasses colliding lightly and crisply, passing through the boundless snow, drifted to the railway on the edge of this town, and the long railway track seemed to be extended to the Snow Country——

"It's not just the remains," Jonson said. "We have an end."

"Then pay tribute to the next body and the end point."

"To the next body and end."

"To the next body and end."

Jonson drank the glass of ordinary fruity wine, feeling a warm wind blowing in his ears.