The king is I, Diablo!

The bastard... the bastard... how dare he...

Diablo's face was about to turn into the scarlet king, grabbing Dilo's collar, wishing he could slap him into a pulp, but...

Now is not the time.

If it is true that his identity has been exposed according to what he said, then it is necessary for him to know who his identity was exposed to and where Polnareff is.

And as long as he knows these things, he still has a chance to make amends, no matter whether it is sending a bodyguard or an assassination team, even if he uses all the power of "enthusiasm", as long as he kills all the people who know, then he will die. safe.

Therefore, this man cannot die yet.

"Tell me, anyone knows my identity, tell me!"

"Cough...cough..."

Dilo finally felt a little bleeding, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, but seeing Diablo's distorted face, he still couldn't help laughing.

"Pfft~ Diablo, you really look like a moldy octopus."

Click, creak.

Dillo's finger was snapped off, and then the arm.

"Tell me, where the hell is Polnareff?"

But Dilo was still smiling.

"you guess?"

click, creak...

The nails were lifted, one eyeball was poked, and the skin on the body was torn into more than a dozen cracks by the Crimson King. All ten fingers were broken, but Dilo just frowned, but soon his face changed. Back to normal.

"tell me."

"you guess."

"I guess *Italian expletive*"

Diablo was going crazy, he didn't even think about why this man endured such pain, because he just wanted the answer now.

Although he really wanted to continue to destroy the man's will, Diablo could see that pain seemed useless to this man even though he was already crazy, but he couldn't find another way for a while.

but...

Diablo suddenly noticed what seemed to be in Dilo's pocket. It seemed to be... a map.

Seeing Diablo looking at the map, Dilo's expression suddenly changed.

"you..."

Diablo stretched out his hand, and took out the map under Dilo's panicked eyes, and the original crazy expression gradually subsided.

It was a fairly detailed map of Italy, with many marks drawn on it, and in the lower left corner of the map, there was a red circle.

Diablo remembered that it was a pretty good restaurant, but it also offered lodging, which means...

is he there

Putting down the map, Diablo laughed wildly as he looked at the desperate Dilo.

"Hahaha, you bastard, you were bluffing just now."

Diablo laughed loudly, even his waist was tilted back about sixty degrees, with one hand over his eyes and the other hand holding the map, even the Crimson King behind him smiled.

"Is Polnareff right there? Right there!"

"Sure enough, fate is still on my side, the emperor is me, Diablo..."

but...

Just where Diablo didn't see, Dilo laughed.

One of the necessary conditions: the hands are covered with the blood of close relatives (completed)

The second necessary condition: the face of hatred is exposed (completed)

Necessary condition [-]: irrational rage (completed)

The fourth necessary condition: Blind and arrogant delusions (achieved)

The river bed of fate has been prepared for you, go to meet your own future.

Diablo.

"death."

Diablo stopped smiling because he felt a change in his body.

He's getting old fast.

puff--

Dozens of razor blades 'grow' out of his body with blood stains, and then an invisible fist hit him, which still contained the breath of ice, and the place where he was hit are reduced to varying degrees.

After that, more than a dozen zippers separated his body, and countless bullet holes and pustules that seemed to be infected by something suddenly appeared on those separated bodies.

A fishhook hooked his heart, which exploded and blood spilled all over the ground.

Eventually, a sapling sprouted from his burst heart, proclaiming his death.

And until he died, he didn't know how he died, and even the joy of being about to succeed was still on his face.

"Mr. Diablo—"

Jousuke and Jotaro finally arrived, but Dilo shook his head at them, then raised his left hand - which had the same pustules on the dead Diablo.

Purple smoke virus.

"Goodbye."

"Terry Hugh, live well."

Dilo fell down with a smile, and the scattered blood stained the ground red.

Behind Jotaro, Trish covered his mouth and tried his best not to cry out, but the tears could not be stopped no matter what.

Father...

......

There was nothing in the pure white room, only a boy who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old was lying barefoot on the soft ground, with tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes.

"Delo, are you... all right?"

"of course."

Dilo turned his head away and smiled at the man lying on the glass.

"That's good..."

Even so, the man looked sad.

So the smile on Dilo's face disappeared.

"What's the point of such a dream?"

He muttered to himself, and it all disappeared.

The world returns to darkness, and then light shines.

Dilo opened his eyes.

What a dazzling sun...

Climbing up from the hot desert, Dilo moved his body, but the scene from the previous dream still remained in his mind.

"What's the point of such a dream?"

Dilo muttered to himself, picked up a touch of yellow sand in his hands, and watched it being blown away by the wind.

The past is the past, whether it is pain or sadness, even if those good things turn to ashes in an instant, those are all in the past.

Now he is Dilo and Diablo, the product of the fusion of these two people, and whether it is Dilo or Diablo, they are gone now, and the rest is him.

He's him, not anybody, that's all.

He raised his head and looked at the sun that was about to set. The crazy tingling sensation no longer existed, not even the burning sensation of the sun shining on his skin.

He can stand up, run, jump, eat what he likes, and doesn't even fear death—not long ago, he even thought about suicide.

That is not the pain that human beings can endure, and it is not a beautiful story, but Dilo saw the light in those pains.

It is the light accumulated by countless people with a little bit of kindness.

That's why Dilo chooses to be a good person, because he knows that no matter whether the world is dark or how dirty it looks, there is a trace of humanity in everyone's heart, and when the darkest time comes... .

Burning into light, illuminating the way of the future.

PS: Thanks to Mr. Chen Yin for the dog food.

PS2: PY has a... emmm, each update is 600 words (but three updates), of which [-] are books about PY content.

Generally, I find different people to PY every day. It is said that there are already more than 120 copies. The update of the first volume is still normal, and then I made a special volume...

how to say...

For almost every chapter, just write 300 words (feeling sometimes less), followed by the name and introduction of the PY book...

And it counts as an update XD.

The title of the book is "I, Novelist!"Not a Brave", friends who are interested can go and see it.

Introduction: In order to complete that story, she decided to bid farewell to the ordinary life of retirement, choose to make troubles, and add all kinds of crisis (crossed out) fun to everyone's boring daily life.

What, have an opinion?

This is disloyalty.

The train king is passionate about attracting monsters online, let's find out, your home is gone.

That's it.

PS3: I think you can recommend this book to the big guy who made a black history book list XD

Interlude: BACKTOTHELIGHT

Ding dong, ding dong.

The bell rang outside the door, but Polnareff inside the door was a little puzzled.

He didn't remember ordering, and whether he had any friends here—or rather, he was alone, surrounded by powerful enemies.

So his expression became vigilant. Although it is not ruled out that it is the police who came to round the house or the cleaning aunt, but in case he is searched by the pursuers sent by Enthusiasm, or Diablo finds him, That...

The consequences could be disastrous.

So Polnareff first moved the wheelchair to a position farther away from the door, then put the silver chariot behind the door, and only spoke after confirming that he was capable of responding.

"who is it."

silence.

It's just that the breathing sound from outside the door is a bit rough.

But Polnareff was even more nervous, wondering if this was a precursor to the enemy's attack, even the sword of the silver chariot was aimed at the door, ready to strike directly if anyone broke in, but... .

There were whispers outside the door, but no one opened the door.

The people outside the door didn't move, neither did Polnareff. The two of them just kept silent for a long time through the door, until the people outside the door broke the peace.

"it's me."

There were only two words, no name, not even any directional words, but the silver chariot suddenly dropped the sword in his hand, and Polnareff burst into tears.

squeak--

The door was pushed open.

The iron doorknob was twisted out of shape, revealing the man behind the door.

And that man also apologized for the first time ever.

"I'm late, sorry."

"No, no, it's me..."

Two men, one standing on the sunlit floor, one sitting in a wheelchair in a shaded corner, one tall and one disabled, but no one who could see these two together would doubt that they had They are comrades who fight side by side, because that friendship cannot be faked.

And behind that tall figure, Yoshikage Kira, who was hiding in the corner watching this scene, looked a little lonely.

all because of me...

Behind him, the elderly figure who had just rushed over patted Kira on the shoulder, and led him into the room with a smile.

"Mr. Joseph...you are still so...healthy..."

Polnareff wiped away his tears, looked at the old man who was old but still looked flirtatious no matter how he looked at him, and couldn't help laughing.

"I'm old, I'm already suffering from Alzheimer's disease. If I didn't rush over to see you, I would have planned to die in America."

"...Don't be kidding, looking at you like this, it's okay to live until the end of the world."

After finishing speaking, Polnareff turned his head to the man who came in with Joseph, showing a puzzled expression.

"he is..."

"Our comrades-in-arms, on another world line, died to protect you."

Our comrades?Another world line?

Polnareff didn't understand, but for some reason, when he looked at the man, he felt as if he had lost something important, and he had the urge to cry for a moment—even though his tears still Didn't stop.

But while weeping and rejoicing, Polnareff suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to Joseph hastily.

"Mr. Joseph, you were not being followed when you came, were you? I am being hunted down now..."

"Diablo is dead."

Jotaro lowered the brim of his hat and added something.

"It was suicide."

Diablo is dead?suicide?

Polnareff was in a daze, and he thought he might be daydreaming, because it sounded so dreamy.

But he was not willing to give himself a slap to confirm the truth, because even if it was just a dream, he wanted to cherish a moment longer.

But when several people were chatting, a small 'arrow' quietly fell out of Polnareff's arms and aimed at the blond man.

Then Jotaro saw it.

Then Polnareff and Joseph found out too.

"it..."

Polnareff thought that it had accidentally slipped out, and wanted to grab it with his hands, but with a light swipe of the 'arrow', Polnareff's hand fell free.

"Mr. Jotaro, be careful, that arrow..."

But to Polnareff's surprise, Jotaro showed no intention of stopping the arrow, and Mr. Joseph smiled.

"Polnareff."

The blond man who hadn't spoken all this time walked up to him, with tears streaming down his face, but a smile on his face.

"Although you may not remember me, but..."

He stretched out his hand towards the arrow, and the expression on his face was brilliant and firm like never before.

"I promise you, no matter what happens, whether it's desperation or hope, I'm going to..."

The arrow flew out, pierced Kira Yoshikage's palm, and kept heading towards his heart.

"Turn it all around!"

After the words fell, a killer queen appeared behind Kira with an arrow in her heart.

Killer Queen·The Fourth Bomb——BACKTOTHELIGHT!

BOOM!

......

"Hey, Kira, Kira, wake up, don't sleep, the sun is shining on your butt."

Noisy and familiar voices reached Kira's ears, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was the familiar silver cupola with an ugly dog ​​lying on it.

"Hey, Kira, did you sneak out behind our backs last night...what's the matter? Don't be shy, I can tell by your pale face—remember to call me next time."

"Polnareff?"

Kira's eyes gradually became clearer, and he subconsciously read the name.

But when Polnareff heard it, he looked at Yoshikage Kira in surprise, and then turned his head to Joseph beside him.

"Hey, old man, did Ji Liang lose his memory due to excessive indulgence last night, and even I have to recognize it for a while."

"Haha, who knows."

Joseph also winked at Kira, then asked with a smile.

"Kirara, do you remember who I am?"

"Of course, Mr. Joseph."

Kira's eyes brightened, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

I... did I succeed?I did it!

On the other side, Joseph had already pointed at Polnareff and laughed.

"Hahaha, Polnareff, it seems that in Kira's eyes, you are even worse than Izzy!"

"Hey, old man, what do you mean it's worse than Izzy, you... Izzy, stop biting my hair!"

And in the distance, Jotaro looked at the three noisy people, stretched out his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, and the corner of his mouth seemed to hook up a little.

"Yeah, that's enough."

Beside him, Kakyoin smiled and handed over a glass of ice water, then looked at the three of them with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's fine, isn't it?"

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It’s still PY (yes, I just want to learn from that PY boss and become the next PY king of the hedgehog cat!)

Title: "Lu Mingfei Don't Be a Girl"

Personal impression: Transfiguration, dragon fan, the author is a depraved and coquettish poppy.jpg

Anyone who likes dragons and metamorphosis can go and have a look

(I don't want to watch it, but it's for the king's sake! Jiangnan, do you understand the Dragon Race.jpg)

Introduction: The story of Lu Mingfei being turned into a mother by the unscrupulous poor breast system and being hugged by Brother Chu (￢_￢)

It's a marriage, it's a marriage, it's a marriage!

The little monster will not die after writing it there!

By the way, reach out for a monthly pass

As one of the coquettish and fallen poppies丨丨flower, I wrote this book

By the way, my pen name seems to be similar too...

Jiangnan, accept my backstab!