The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain - Chapter 535

Jonson Joffrey opened his eyes and suddenly felt breathing difficulties. The body that had become a corpse began to become stiff. Starting from the heart, the beating heart sound, Jonny thought it was his own–

Jonny’s heartbeat was so fast, he mistakenly thought that the first heartbeat from Jonson that accompanied the dawn was himself, but this powerful heartbeat kept accelerating until he heard a sound—

Jonny, you are strangling me to death.

Ah? Jonny was stunned, and let go of his hand as if holding a hot potato——

Jonson Joffrey fell to the ground just like that.

Jonson Joffrey is not an extraordinary person, he always feels that he is an ordinary person, let alone a saint.

From now on, the only thing he wants to do is to live an ordinary and peaceful life, but the world always gives him multiple choice questions.

On the one hand, he lives in the world and is condemned by his conscience; on the other, he pays his life to help his friends and relatives.

It’s like, that simple truth that some people don’t know for a lifetime, meanness can’t make one’s own substitute stronger. Jonson chose the latter to keep people in trouble, and finally let people grow slowly.

Finally embarked on the road of a saint.

The saint was resurrected three days later. It turned out to be the end of the third day. On the fourth day, Jonson could be resurrected. The world before dawn is the darkest, coldest and most difficult. The saint will be born at this time.

His followers opened their eyes, and the saint’s quotations echoed in their ears–

“Before letting go, let’s say something, smelly brother!”

The pope showed some doubts. Is this the quotation of the saint? He took out his notebook and wrote down this sentence.

“Jonson…”

DIO was the first to speak out, breaking everyone’s surprise, because dio and Diego were the most confident people about Jonson’s resurrection.

The former was because of fighting and the latter because of trust. Jonson was the one who was about to reverse the nature of Diego. This person washed his life again, as if the creator had returned him to the furnace to recreate him.

With Jonson’s physical fitness, Jonny fell to the ground. This injury was like a bite from a mosquito. Jonson sat up from the ground and breathed slightly. Oxygen poured into him like full water. Sleeping lungs.

Eyes fell around him-everyone opened their eyes wide, looking at Jonson, Jello smiled in relief.

Jonny hadn’t recovered from his surprise. The trembling hand reached out to Jonson’s chest, and a powerful heartbeat came from his fingertips-as if someone arrogantly implanted a link belonging to his brother into his body.

“You…woke up, Jonson.” Jonny also sat on the ground, his tone trembling with his trembling, and replaced the’resurrection’ with’wake up’, because Jonson seemed to have never died before, Jonson His will still surrounds them.

He was like Chengtaro, with the words on his face, “Just follow me, I will treat the evil that others can’t cure. I will treat the evil that others can’t cure. I will take care of the things that others can’t do. I will do it. The darkness that others don’t want to enter is up to me.” , I will enter the **** that others dare not enter.

This is a person who dared to fight with his own life, just like fighting with Lin Ke. He counted death as part of the battle.

However, such a person is very gentle. He and Chengtaro are still slightly different. He doesn’t think that others can understand his gentleness. He will show the gentleness and tell others.

He is even that cute, but his only flaw is gone. He is completely white. In Jonny’s eyes, Jonson was a perfect person.

“You can stand up, Jonny.” Johnson asked with a smile.

Jonny nodded vigorously, tears gathering under his eye sockets——

“Although I stand up, I still cry like a boy. When will I grow a man like Jonson?” To Jonson’s surprise, Jonny started to blame himself–

He reached out and grabbed his hat, letting it cover half of his face.

“No, Jonny.” Jonson put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him into himself, as if talking to his brother. He said to Jonny indifferently, “You’ve long been a man.”

Jonny nodded.

Qiao Luno opened his eyes and looked at Jonson. He felt that he was standing at a long distance before looking at Jonson.

Qiao Luno is not yet sixteen years old, and his thinking is different from that of his peers, often with maturity and sensitivity that does not match his age.

To say that in this world, among all Jonson’s names with the word JOJO, who is the most important to him, that person is undoubtedly Qiao Luno.

Jonson met his eyes and smiled, “Qiao Luno, are you okay?”

Qiao Luno showed a puzzled expression, and subconsciously replied, “I’m fine.”

Perhaps it is from his natural ability to please people. Qiao Luno and Jonson are exactly the same people, hiding their wounds, showing only the powerful and reassuring side, and caring about other people’s thoughts.

But Gioruno is too smart by nature, and these smarts and wisdom make him give up catering to some people.

But in front of the people he cares about, he can’t help pretending, because pretending can get a piece of love. Unlike his superficial disguise, Jonson is not a disguise—

He is really strong.

“Are you really okay? Joe Luno.” Johnson asked again.

It was as if he was surrounded by everyone and pushed everyone away. He was in the middle of the crowd, taking off the halo of the saint, showing a rare and sincere smile, and asked the squatting Gioruno in the corner, Giorno who was rainy and rainy——

“Are you really okay?”

He is keenly aware of his disguise, and is overly pursuing the truth in his mouth.

Qiao Luno found that he always had excessively idealistic words, too much to transform himself into the shape of someone, too much to hide himself in his heart, he still did not become the happy Jonson wanted him to become. Children who make mistakes.

Maybe Jonny is.

In the depths of his soul, there is still hidden his stepfather’s beating and scolding of him, and his mother’s indifference to him.

So he asked himself. ——Is my heart really strong?

“I, there is no problem at all.” Qiao Luno said solemnly.

Jonson is still Jonson. He has never been a saint, let alone distanced him. He always wears an ordinary smile that makes Qiao Luno familiar with——

The pope hurriedly wrote down in his notebook-after the Lord’s resurrection three days ago, he greeted his two brothers first.

Jonson didn’t answer him, he obviously felt that he and Qiao Luno were now alienated, not as close as before.