put on my white vest

"Where do you want to go?"

Facing Bailan's 'friendly' inquiry, Tobio replied in a cheerful tone: "The Bridge of Angels in San Angelo Castle, sir. I have a map here, maybe you can help me see it."

One step, two steps, close, and soon...

Tobio's leather shoes stepped on the rough ground, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the thick bangs, the hand holding the hem of the jacket became more and more forceful, and the pink and green split pupils gradually became excited.

The whisper of the devil sounded.

—"I know a woman, her name is Donatella."

Tobio...or in other words, he and Diablo stopped in their tracks.

The second personality could hardly control his own existence, and the twitching cheeks forcefully maintained the usual gentleness: "...What are you talking about, friend?"

"I can see it."

Bai Lan tapped her temple lightly, and there were enough vivid scenes in her mind: "In a village in Sardinia, there was a middle school student named Trixie, her grandfather was the priest of the town, and her grandmother was a prisoner but A cheerful and bold woman."

"Her dream is to be a pop singer, her mother supports her tenderly, and her father—"

"To shut up!"

A deep and angry voice came from the adult man's mouth. Tobio was no longer a slender boy, but Diablo was replaced by the gritted teeth and sharp eyes.

Bai Lan didn't care about the distance that the other party was getting closer, telling a story like telling a fairy tale.

"Terry Hugh went to Rome at the age of 15 and was successfully excavated and became a famous pop queen. A few years later, her parents will go to her concert at Madison Square Garden in Manhattan."

"The young singer smiled and let the big screen play the image of her parents - according to the convention, the two people at this time should kiss each other, so the loving couple kissed amidst the blessings of the fans, looking at the love in each other's eyes .”

"What's your purpose--Branjesso?!!" The corner of Diablo's heart was ripped open.

Donatella...that woman was the only warmth in his half-life of icy coldness, and it was the shadow of a killer that he had risked to expose his identity for more than ten years.

It's just that the young man who pressed the shutter on the beach in Sardinia is now the godfather with life and death in his hands.

Bai Lan raised her god-like deep eyes, and stated the facts without any emotion.

——"Diablo, you dare not look back."

Did the emperor of the black/road ever examine his successful life at night?

I don't dare to think about it, and I don't even bother.

"King Crimson!!"

The moment the [Crimson King] was activated, the extremely dense flames and the white dragon wrapped around the white-haired young man.Even when the unconscious state ended, Li A's stand-in failed to break through his defense.

"So be it."

Dissipating the flickering flames, the white-haired young man unfolded his pure white wings, letting the setting sun dye them into chaotic colors.

There were footsteps outside the Colosseum, and the judgment from the Son of God was about to shake Diablo's soul.

"Go and bear your sins and accept your judgment."

In the evening, the woods in the Roman park.

"It's faster than I thought~"

Risut stopped in front of the huge flame cocoon and agreed in a low voice.Although he didn't show it on the surface, the doubts in his heart couldn't be hidden.

Bai Lan turned her head to look at her subordinate, and raised the corner of her mouth proudly: "Ask."

Although the godfather is always very talkative in some aspects, Risut still carefully considered the language.

"You...for everything that happened..."

But just now, Risut held back the guards who were rushing to the Colosseum with insect arrows - at the exact time, at the exact location, and even the enemy's abilities were so detailed that it was outrageous.

His attitude towards Passion is also worth pondering. He is not trying to overthrow the entire dynasty, but to suppress his own weight in the alternation of old and new kingships.

Bai Lan's fingertips carelessly scratched back and forth in the cocoon, matter, time, and soul were ground into fine shimmers in the turbulent flow, and quickly flowed out from the cracks of the fingers.

"My ability is [Peeping Parallelism]."

"It's boring, if you know everything."

Just for more fun?

Risut shut his mouth, he didn't know what he was expecting... It would be better to say what qualifications they have——

Before she had time to laugh at herself, Bai Lan's next words made Risut's pupils tremble.

"But giogio is also a good roommate~"

At this moment, the animal trainer firmly grasped what he got: "Just take it as a thank you, and help me get fruits often."

What a greedy human being.

After money, power, and status, they try to gain some emotion.

But fun isn't it?

Friendship, family affection, happiness, sadness... When people start to pay attention to these, it means that the silver-white chains have tied their throats tightly.

The beast that recognizes the master will be excited by the joy and anger given by the master, and can't help but doubt its place in the master's heart-it cannot escape until death.

The flames shot up suddenly, lighting up half of the dark sky.The contractor didn't break the subordinate's mind, and concentrated on feeling the parallel world... and the strong discomfort brought about by breaking the boundary.

At this time, half of Rome was shrouded in the shadow of death.

The flames and screams lead along the split asphalt road to the busy city center. The chaotic footsteps cannot escape the ferocious tentacles, and the deep despair and sadness are mercilessly swallowed up.

The tragic situation in the world is nothing more than this. A lonely street lamp stands on the side of the road, and the glass door broken into a cobweb is powerless to hang on the door frame.The gigantic mountain of meat rolled over with a tooth-piercing distorted sound, and the double chasing the speed had too many prey in the city, and even the stopped time could not save more lives from the hands of death.

"I still have a lot of property in Rome~"

Complaining half-truth and half-fake, but Bai Lan's desire to solve the trouble is still genuine.

With his right hand, between dizziness and horror, a translucent figure was pulled out of the huge cocoon by him.

The man's expression was sluggish, and there were bright bullet holes on his obese body, and there was also... blood flowing in the same gray color?

Even his pupils are completely white, like a waking marble statue, and the light emanating from his figure looks like a ghost, and the unique incompleteness of a dying person adds to the bizarreness of the scene.

Witnessing this majestic and terrifying scene, Risut tried hard to control the twitching of his fingertips, and his eyes finally focused on the familiar face.

"...Carne of the SS?"

It was still the translucent Carnière, who was pulled from the parallel world Venice Marco Polo International Airport, and still had fatal wounds from Mista's bullets.

But his life is destined to be useless in that time and space.

Bai Lan casually threw the corpse that swallowed his last breath on the ground. Carney seemed to feel that he was taken away by some kind of space transfer ability. This knowledge made his hatred even deeper. The monster was exactly the same as the raging BIG Start to condense rapidly.

Whether it is annihilation like [D4C], or contributing to the research of perpetual motion machines...it doesn't matter, anyway, as the saying goes, use magic to defeat magic.

Whether it was the contractor or Bai Lan himself, the long-lost feeling of weakness made him unable to hold back his throbbing eyebrows.

The battle of time stop, time deletion, and Requiem made the world line more complicated. It was like stepping into a "superior" taxi with too much perfume, and the mind felt sick for a while.

Too lazy to care about the expensive fabrics of the clothes, the white-haired young man stepped back half a step on the uneven ground, ready to lean against the tree trunk to rest.

It was just a slight stagger, but Risut caught him just in time.

The godfather raised his eyebrows and did not express his opinion to his subordinates with jerky kindness.

Yes, the beast is in chains, and tamers who wish to harness this power will naturally hold on to their reins.

The connection may not be equal, but it is always two-way.

'The same interesting and novel experience' - Bai Lan casually commented, it doesn't matter the emotions that are gradually born.

The newborn BIG chased the birds away, and the sound of the Requiem meant the final chapter of the story was staged.

Diablo will never reach the reality of death, and he will pay for his sins with pain.

The contractor listened to the "mission completed" judgment, and without hesitation decided to remove potential safety hazards for one of the worlds he wanted to stay in.

"Come on, Risut."

The white-haired young man withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the Colosseum where a group of people gathered: "There are still things to do."

The rebellious smile was fleeting, and Risut immediately followed behind the godfather.

"Okay, boss."

Even after thirty, Jean-Pierre Polnareff was still that big boy who liked to shout.

Waving his white and tender limbs, he started a squat competition on the ground, next to the half helpless and half conniving Jotaro Kujo.

Jo's God of War is actually in a good mood. He not only met his former comrades-in-arms, but also shared the joy of his comrades regaining their health-even though this health came from Giorno, Dio's child.

"Giorno has your Joestar star birthmark on his body," Polnareff vouched for the blond boy, "Strictly speaking, he should be the child of Mr. Joseph's grandfather, Dio, and Japanese mother. "

Seeing the friendly attitude of the French, Jotaro finally chose to let go of his prejudices and try to communicate with the 15-year-old boy in a friendly manner.

Most of Diablo's failures are due to Giorno. After the opponent was stopped for three pages, his first reaction was to run away, hibernate, and make a comeback.

But Trixiu, who appeared just in time and used the taunting big move while hiding in the turtle, did a great job. The little girl's substitute has not yet fully awakened, so it should not have appeared in the middle of the dangerous zone, but——

"Bran's suggestion, he said that Diablo is a person who cares deeply about the dignity of the emperor." Giorno explained honestly, and it only took a second to destroy most of Kujo Jotaro's good mood.

Soon, what little good mood he had left was ruined.

The hateful liar Kahei/Handang appeared in such a grandiose manner, Bailan landed with flapping wings, deliberately gave Jotaro a smile, and wrapped around him enough flames to defend against the [Platinum Star].

"Good evening~"

"asshole......!"

"Oh, oh, don't be so angry~"

Bai Lan waved her fingers, and her tone was full of provocative lightness: "This time, Italy is just a trial outfit. The story of exchanging some ports of the SPW consortium in North America for another arrow is a good deal, right?"

Kujo Jotaro clenched his fists. It is undeniable that Prynne played a role in Polnareff's survival, but his frivolous tone and attitude are the main culprits for their inability to communicate effectively.

They are not compatible and have no reason to put up with each other's bad personalities.

But this time, the itchy Kujo Jotaro had to listen, because the person Bai Lan mentioned was——

"Kujo Xulun, this is her adventure story~"

click, click...

The sound of fate shattering sounded again.