The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Jonson Joffrey felt a strong sense of suffocation, as if he had been crushed by tremendous pain. He seemed to be drowning, and he stood up swayingly.

The green baby has turned into Jonson's arm, because it is back to everyone, so everyone did not see what Jonson did to the green baby.

Jonson stood up awkwardly, especially the feeling of suffocation that was unprecedented. Jonson's hands were weak and began to tremble slightly. In the eyes of everyone's surprise, Marilyn, who was closest to Jonson, quickly came to support Jonson.

Jonson subconsciously touched her with his right hand, but for a moment, Jonson quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had touched red iron.

Because at that moment, he felt something quickly passing by on his right hand.

But at that moment, Marilyn suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then she bowed into a shrimp, and Jonson's eyes widened.

When everyone was puzzled, Marilyn couldn't hold on anymore, and her legs fell to the ground. Scarlet blood came out between the white thighs wrapped in the skirt.

"Marilyn!"

Everyone's attention shifted from Jonson to Marilyn, and they didn't have time to worry about Jonson and the green baby.

"Ahhhhh, it hurts!" Marilyn was sweating profusely and her face was so painful that she said, "I'm going to give birth."

"Send her to bed!" The weather forecast said loudly, and carried Marilyn into the room with FF.

Jonson opened his eyes wide, watching them lift Marilyn into the room, then lowered his head in surprise, looking at his right hand—

The right hand seemed to be reborn, and it was particularly inconvenient to use, but under the cyan blood vessels, his blood had completely merged with him.

Jonson is like an ordinary person wearing high myopia glasses, the whole world is uneven, and there is a strong sense of vomiting and dizziness.

Qiao Luno opened his mouth slightly and looked at Jonson in surprise. What he cared about was not Marilyn, who was born prematurely at six months, but the moment Jonson met Marilyn, Marilyn’s clothes were visibly old. Up.

why is it like this?

Qiao Luno opened his eyes wide and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, terrifying conjectures filled his mind.

The rebellious pope and the green baby disappeared. Why?

Qiao Luno calmed down, and then walked in front of Jonson. Jonson looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. Qiao Luno's familiar face was completely unclear.

"Jonson, just now, did you speed up time?"

Qiao Luno spoke slowly, his turquoise eyes filled with incredible.

Jonson didn’t know how to say it. It felt like the whole thing was in an eggshell. He wanted to explain to Qiao Luno, but after a while he found that he could not make a sound at all. He was sweating and he was a drowning cat. , And an anhydrous fish.

Qiao Luno was almost certain, but he saw that Jonson was not in good shape, so he put the terrible conjecture behind him.

"Jonson, you're okay..."

Qiao Luno frowned, before he finished speaking, he heard the door of the room opened and FF was full of blood, and then said loudly: "Qiao Luno, what are you still doing? Come here, Marilyn There is too much bleeding, the weather forecast tells you to use gold to experience hematopoiesis!"

Qiao Luno nodded subconsciously, thinking that it is more important to be pregnant, and said to Johnson: "Find a place to rest first." Then he ran into the room.

Jonson didn't hear what Qiao Luno was talking about at all, there was a very loud tinnitus in his ear, as if he was going to blow his mind.

Jonson held the log table, then saw the flowers in the vase, thought for a while, picked up the rose—

The red rose is as bright as a fire in the hand, and the thorns on it are all scraped off by a knife. The beauty is not in danger, just like a person who has been shaved off.

Jonson took a deep breath, the rose in his right hand, withered visible to the naked eye, and turned black in an instant—

Jonson widened his eyes subconsciously and looked at the rose in disbelief, as if it had weathered, it became extremely fragile, and it shattered at the touch of it——

Jonson found a place to sit down, but a strong smell of blood passed into his nose, and now his five senses were chaotic, and the huge smell of blood made him want to vomit.

Marilyn's hoarse shouts were all in her ears, as well as FF and Xu Lun's cheering.

"It's so noisy..."

Jonson heard someone speak for him. He looked around in surprise. Was it mine just now?

Jonson opened his eyes wide, and what was talking just now was the voice of a teenager——

"That's what you think. The coming of a new life is very abominable to you."

The voice continued.

Jonson opened his eyes and looked at the DIO speaker subconsciously. As long as the DIO radio speaks, a red light above the radio will light up, but the red light has never been lit.

Jonson took a deep breath and said, "No, I don't hate newborn babies."

Jonson defended, but the source of the voice did not care and continued: "Your life shouldn't have been, but you have lived until now. This is what you got."

Is this yours?

Jonson was sure, "Are you a saint?"

No one answered, but Johnson did not expect that he would speak to the saint, who is everything--

The saint is omnipotent.

Jonson still gasped, because breathing became very difficult, but unexpectedly, his hands became cold and unfamiliar due to lack of oxygen.

There was a rustling sound in his ears, and Johnson looked back and found a rustling sound from the DIO radio——

"Fortunately for you, Jonson," DIO radio said lightly. "Now you have not only the power to accelerate time, but also the power of the Pope to rebel."

"You are wrong, DIO." Jonson said tremblingly, "My power is not to accelerate time, but gravity."

gravity?

DIO was a little surprised. He had never been to heaven, so he didn't understand why Jonson could speed up time, but insisted that his stand-in ability was gravity.

But after thinking about it, he can understand that after all, Johnson is the holder of the ability, so is it normal for him to know what his ability is?

"...I'm going out." Johnson said slowly.

The original classical room became like an oil painting in front of Jonson’s eyes. The walls, tabletops, chairs, vases...all began to continuously flow out paint, and even the colors began to change. Everyone is part of the oil painting. It becomes fuzzy, and it feels like an abstract painting.