We Villains Put Invincibility on Our Faces

Kaoru Ichijo took a deep breath and raised his hand to praise the friend who had left. By the time his thumb fell, Krieger was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you Gurangi like this?" A telegraph pole looking at nothing was silent for a while, and asked Barruba.

"If it were all like this, we would have peacefully coexisted with Linduo." Baruba walked out from the corner of the street and squinted her eyes in the sunshine. "But such a Gurangi seems to be a good choice. "

"Maybe, although it sounds terrible."

One trembled involuntarily.

"Then the detective, have you figured out how to place the remaining Gurangi who is about to be resurrected?" Baruba pinched a chin and shook it lightly.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is your responsibility, you solve it yourself", a piece that really hopes that Baruba is going to attack him, so that he can feel better.

Baruba looked at the one that had fled, and the corners of her mouth cocked.

It was another peaceful day.

ps: Next are eight jojo and sixteen eggs.

It was updated at four o'clock, I'm great!

Chapter 308 Enrique Pucci meets for the first time

When do people meet and when they parte... When does war happen, when times change... Who do I like? And whom do I hate? When will I have children? When will children grow up? Who will Crime? Who invented or created art?

Enrique Pucci had deep doubts about this.

Born in a rich man’s home, Pucci’s childhood was happier than in other periods. He was puzzled by the death of his "twin brothers". He hoped to get answers through faith in God, but he was still not understood in the church. Pucci's youth was not happy because of his left foot, which had been inconvenient for him since he was born.

"I want to enter the seminary and devote my life to God."

Enrique Pucci said this seriously to the registrar at the seminary, but the obese registrar only raised his head slightly, and his greasy lips opened and closed for a while because of his overweight. Speaking out of the oracle's mouth, it was a harsh and ruthless question.

"Do you know you are a lame man?"

Puqi was speechless, but he was accustomed to this kind of accusation. Although the situation in his family was excellent, the rumors behind it were still tearing the children's minds, and Puqi was slowly becoming strong in this environment. ...And twisted.

"Do you know that the so-called listening qualifications are actually proof that your parents doting on you?"

"Let me guess", the registrar's plump face leaned over, and the neat brown curly hair nearly poked Puqi's face after he was freshened, because the fat accumulation could only reveal a slit in the eye and looked at the child. "You don't know how much your lovely mother spent for you to be able to talk nonsense here, oh, poor lady, how are you so generous, but why did you give birth to such a..."

The registrar twisted his neck, tilted his head and stared at Pucci's left foot, "...freak."

At this time, Puqi was only a 15-year-old child. Strictly speaking, he had not yet celebrated his 15th birthday. His true age was only 14. This undisguised malice made Puqi angrily. He could feel When his blood was pouring up, and the "Bible" on his left hand was heavy, if you hit the registrar's head with this big tome, it would surely make him bleed. Think about this disgusting brown hair. Will be stained with blood, Puqi's fingers trembled slightly, and the cyan blood vessels were exposed.

2, 3, 5, 7... Puqi muttered silently in his heart.

Good self-cultivation stopped Puqi's impulse, he just raised his head and showed a bright smile.

"But I will still enter the seminary, right?"

"Tsk," the registrar made a disdainful voice, and he sat back on the chair again, "Yes, thank your family, even a freak can serve God."

"Thank you", Puqi's voice has no flaws, and the registrar did not embarrass him anymore. He just helped Puqi to rank, and then pointed to the door, "Teaching uniforms, daily necessities and books to learn go to Carlo. Mother Lin took it."

"Thank you," Puqi repeated, and left here without looking back.

"This kind of deformed devil can also come in. It's tarnished." The registrar saw Puqi walking out steadily and spit on the ground fiercely.

Pucci leaned behind the door and heard the last curse from the registrar. His face was gloomy, but to enter the seminary, he had to endure this kind of discrimination. It is foreseeable that future censures will definitely not be rare.

The seminary is not necessarily a bright place. Enrique Pucci understands this truth. Although he says that God has mercy on the world, the tuition for entering the seminary is four or five times more expensive than normal education. However, everyone is Get used to this.

Even an unemployed person in charge of registration can point fingers at him. The most ridiculous thing is that if others hear the registrar's ridicule, they will only approve of his statement in their hearts.

Only gods can explain all this. Puqi religiously holds the cross. He is already familiar with this kind of thinking circuit. Born in a religious family, Puqi has no other ideas at all.

If not unexpected, Puqi's life will pass by like this, as a clergyman, living steadily under strict dogma.

Unfortunately, one afternoon in 1986, Diablo unearthed six arrows in Egypt and sold five of them to Granny Enya. Soon after, Granny Enya found a master who should serve.

In 1988, when dio traveled the world to collect the methods to go to heaven, he accidentally made a mistake and set foot on the Nanrui region of the United States.

It was a peaceful afternoon in 1988.

The sun is almost invisible, and the hot climate itself has not improved, but it has become dull because of the lack of sunlight. Puqi is hurriedly passing by outside the seminary with his book in his arms. After passing a dark corner, he is seen There was a foot in that position, but it was too late for him to stop. In the panic, he tripped and fell to the ground as the books were flying.

bad!

Puqi tried to stand up straight, but his disability became a burden. Puqi could only close his eyes and put his hands on his head.

It seemed that something strange had happened, and Puqi suddenly felt a strange feeling. He opened his eyes in surprise, and then found that he hadn't fallen, and the book he had dropped was right in his hand.

How is this going?

Pucci looked at the culprit who tripped him. He thought it was someone who looked unpleasant to him, but he didn't expect that the man who greeted him was completely unfamiliar. Pucci could swear that he had never seen this before. People, or if he had met this person, he would never forget this guy.

The culprit is young and handsome, but he has a temperament that has gone through hundreds of years of wind and frost. In the dark corner, he exudes a strong charm. This is a kind of weird charm that is not like a man, even if he is in a crowd of people. , This person is definitely the most conspicuous one, let alone this place, even Pucci has never seen a man of this level on TV.

"Why, my book...no, nothing happened." Puqi just took a deep look at him. The big figures from the seminary come and go. Puqi hasn't seen this kind of natural dominator. The guy, but as an intern priest, his work time is coming. Even if Pucci is curious, he still turns around and prepares to leave.

ps: I have a serious question. Pucci is a black priest. Why is his brother Weather Forecast a white?

In short, treat him as a white man.

Chapter 309 Dior and Heaven

"Wait", the man who could not estimate his age stopped Pucci, "I shouldn't trip you where I stayed, so why did you trip by me?"

This question is too weird. Although Pucci has been able to restrain his curiosity through long-term seminary life, Pucci still finds this question extremely weird. How can anyone who trips others ask this question?

It is as if the questioner is the center of the world.

Puqi didn't want to answer, but the man kept in front of him, bent over and stared at him in a twisted but rather novel posture. In order to get rid of his entanglement, or out of some impulse, Puqi answered. He said, "The toes of my left foot can't be straightened by nature. That's why I didn't stop. Of course, it didn't have much effect on my walking."

The man on the opposite side seemed to get some hint. The pair of red or red eyes stared at Puqi, and then he actually squatted down and grabbed Puqi's feet!

what? !

Puqi almost yelled. This behavior is completely [abnormal], and the most infamous priest in the seminary would not do it, but this man did it!

[As expected of Dio! Can easily do what we can't do!]

Memories of the past flooded up like a tide. The vampire named Dio believed in the existence of [Fate] and would not encounter a clergyman who had nothing to do with him in this area for no reason. This must be the guidance of [Fate].

"Do you believe in [Gravity]?"

In Puqi’s view, the blond man was holding his foot in one hand and his chin in the other. The two huge emeralds on his gloves seemed to be genuine, and his sharpened face was full of solemnity and peace. Mysterious taste, "Do you think you tripped over me, does this matter actually make sense?"