The Fourth Calamity

I don't know how things became like this.

Now Giorno is sitting by the bed, Feng Zhu is lying on Gioruno's lap in a daze, his whole body is not well.

"Wait, wait, Giorno?"

This distance is too close.

Feng Zhu tensed up uncomfortably, both the thighs under his head and the distance to Giorno were too close.

I don't know if it was because he was ready to fall asleep, but the braid tied behind Giorno's head spread out, a little softer than usual.

This look is too dio!

"Please don't move around." Giorno said softly, and at the same time put his hands on Fengzhu's temples and gently massaged. A small piece of life energy gathered at his fingertips and injected into the human body like hair.

At first, Feng Zhu couldn't get used to it, but soon his head, which was aching all day long, suddenly stopped hurting, as if his whole body was soaking in a hot spring, his whole body was warm, and all the fatigue disappeared.

"Giorno..."

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

"When did you learn this trick?"

"During your research, thanks to you, my understanding of substitutes has improved a lot."

Know your substitute.

Feng Zhu squinted his eyes, feeling that he was about to fall asleep, and blinked with difficulty, "Gioruno, is there anything you want to ask me? Anything is fine."

anything can be...

Giorno couldn't help but slow down: "Why do you say that?"

"Because... Giorno would never take the initiative to ask." Feng Zhu vaguely said, "If you don't ask, I don't know what you are thinking."

Giorno's ears turned red unconsciously.

When Feng Zhu was sober, his voice had always been calm and calm, with a slight uptick in the tail, with a slightly youthful feel.

But now, I don't know it's because I'm trying my best to fight against the Sandman, the tone has become blurred, soft and sticky, which is a complete contrast to the usual appearance.

Kind of cute.

Giorno took a deep breath to calm his mind: "Why don't you grow old?"

Why have you not changed at all in the past ten years?

Hearing this slightly sensitive question, Feng Zhu became a little more sober. Naturally, it was impossible for the game to say, but he also prepared other answers: "Well, that's probably because I'm an alien. Although my genes Most of them are similar to humans, but due to a mutation in a certain gene chain, the lifespan has been extended to 300 years."

It's not a lie, their interstellar people have been drifting in the universe for so long, and their genes are a little bit different from ordinary earthlings.

Moreover, he remembered that there were aliens on jojo's map, so it didn't matter if he revealed his identity, at most it would break Giorno's three views.

Giorno's hand stopped: "...will you go back?"

"What?" Feng Zhu didn't understand what he meant.

"I mean, are you going back to your own galaxy?"

"No, I've already settled on Earth." Although it's not this Earth, Feng Zhu was a little depressed, "You're just asking this?"

Aren't you curious about his alien identity? He was ready to appreciate Giorno's shocked expression.

"Hmm... that's okay." Giorno murmured, "If it's an alien galaxy...then..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

The atmosphere between the two became quiet again. Feng Zhu quickly adapted to Giorno's presence, gradually relaxed, and no longer resisted the drowsiness. His eyelids were slightly closed, and he felt that his vision was hazy, day and night. The fatigue of research took the opportunity to surge up, dragging his whole body into this gentle countryside.

Giorno stopped slowly, and the breathing of the silver-haired youth had become slow and long.

He stared at Feng Zhu's defenseless sleeping appearance for a while, then carefully moved his head to the pillow and covered him with the quilt.

"Buonanotte (good night)"

The lights in the room went out.

Giorno left the room lightly, turned his head and glanced at the empty corner, then turned and left from the other direction.

After he left, the figures of the two came out from around the corner.

"Let me just say it, this kid is definitely plotting against our boss." Holmaggio said indignantly.

Meloni looked at him with dead fish eyes, that's why you brought me to eat dog food?

"There's something wrong with this kid." Holmaggio was a little annoyed, but he didn't know how to explain to his teammates what he saw in the eyes of the blond boy that day.

In fact, Holmaggio is usually too lazy to care about such things that have nothing to do with them, but he has already admitted that Feng Zhu is their boss, and he might become their future thigh. Repelling the uncertain factor of Giorno.

"Maybe you're right, Holmaggio." Meloni said suddenly.

"Huh? Are you finally willing to believe my words?"

"Look at your feet." Meloni said solemnly.

Hormaggio subconsciously looked down and took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the two of them were surrounded by icy snakes, all kinds of which he could not understand, but the more colorful the color, the stronger the poison. See, apparently no one wants to risk getting bitten.

"The sight I've felt recently is you, Hormagio."

Giorno, who was supposed to leave, appeared behind them at some point, staring at them with cold eyes, and the double of the golden experience emerged: "What did you hear?"

The poisonous snake under the two of them hissed coldly, baring its fangs threateningly.

"Calm down." Meloni raised his hand as a gesture of surrender, "We're not interested in listening to you flirting, I'm just an innocent person who was pulled over, but this guy is very opposed to you being with the boss, so if you want to get rid of it, Just get rid of him."

Sure enough, it is the friendship of plastic teammates.

Holmaggio met Giorno's gaze, and said bravely, "That's right, you must have some intentions to get close to the boss."

Giorno frowned: "Flirting? Together? What are you talking about?"

There was a silence among the three, and Holmaggio said in disbelief, "Huh? Aren't you chasing our boss?"

Giorno shook his head honestly.

Holmaggio's eyes widened: "Then why are you gay so gay?"

Meloni: "Pfft, I see, Holmaggio, you must be wearing purple glasses, so everything you see is gay purple."

"What did you say?!"

Giorno ignored the noisy pair of plastic teammates, and after confirming that they didn't hear anything they shouldn't have heard, he withdrew his ability.

As for what not to listen to, it is natural that sealing candles is not something for people on earth.

Giorno was very happy that Feng Zhu could tell him this secret, but at the same time, he was also prepared to never let the third person know.

As for the fact that Holmaggio misunderstood that he was pursuing Fengzhu...

Giorno didn't feel offended, but Hormaggio's words seemed to open up a new world for him.

It's time for him to think about how to define the relationship with Feng Zhu, and in the future, what position he wants to get next to this person.

The snake under the feet of Hormaggio and the others turned back into stones and grass. The two stopped arguing and turned their heads to see Giorno's kind smile.

"It's getting late today, so I'll be leaving first, thank you very much for your reminder," Giorno showed a dark smile, "I will try my best to catch up with Mr. Pandora."

Holmaggio: "..."

A morning like no other.

It has been three days since the last attack by the assassination team. The past few days have been calm, and I don’t know if the other assassins have given up. Bugarati always feels that he is here for vacation rather than guarding .

The state is unconsciously relaxed.

"This, this is...?!" Fugo looked at the paper in his hand in disbelief, and all the calculations on it were correct, "Nalanja, could it be that you have won someone's substitute ability?"

"How is it possible!" Nalanja folded his hands over his chest with dissatisfaction with being offended, "Even if I am taught so many times, I will always remember it."

Fuge looked at him, and his eyes were moist: "Could it be that my previous efforts finally moved God, allowing you to change your mind?"

"It's been said that I have worked hard too! This is the result of my hard work." Nalanga's nose was about to go up to the sky.

"Try hard to ask for the achievements of others?" Apaki ruthlessly exposed the truth of Nalanja, and reached out to pick off what Nalanja had stuffed in his ear hole, and Nalanja quickly raised his hand to cover it.

"Hey Apache what are you bastard doing..."

Fuge quickly took off his bluetooth headset while Naranja was alert to Apache, and put it on silently.

The answer to the question just now came out clearly, and the calculation process was repeated in a gentle female voice in case he didn't understand.

Fuge was silent for a while, and he didn't know whether he was angry at Naranja for cheating or angry at himself for losing the lecture to the machine, so he slapped the table and grabbed Naranja's head and smacked on the table: "Aren't you cheating?! "

"Huh?" Of course, Nalanja is not the one who doesn't resist. He took out a knife and gestured at Fuge's face, one by one, "This is a reasonable use of props!"

Seeing that they were about to overturn the boat of friendship and stage a full-scale military action, Buccarati skillfully calmed down these troubled children, and looked curiously at the thing Naranja used to cheat: "What is this?"

"Hey, it's a learning machine~" Naranja said to Bugarati proudly like a child showing off good things to his parents, "I met Mr. Pandora yesterday and chatted for a while. If I want to go back to primary school in the future, Mr. Pandora didn’t laugh at me at all, and encouraged me gently. And this, he gave me this morning, it seems to be something like a learning machine that can assist learning, no matter what academic questions you ask. All questions will be answered.”

"Mr. Pandora is really a good person!"

Naranja's eyes sparkled, and Fugo was a little relieved and a little tangled for a while.

But there is one thing he agrees with, that is, Mr. Pandora is indeed a good person worthy of respect.

The two mafia once again issued a good guy card.

Bugarati looked at this scene with soft eyes, and suddenly the phone in his arms vibrated, and he took it out hesitantly to take a look, and just this one look made him freeze in place, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"...Bucgarati?" Apache realized something was wrong.

"Nothing." Bugarati subconsciously put away the phone.

Suddenly, an alarm sounded throughout the villa, and Bugarati and others quickly transitioned from a daily state to a state of vigilance: "What happened?"

"An unknown enemy has invaded." The Red Queen's voice sounded from every corner of the villa.