[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

The blue sea that meets the sky makes Diablo feel a little nostalgic. After all, Egypt is full of sand and dust, and the main color of the whole city is khaki except for yellow.

Even DIO, who was dangling in front of her, was all yellow from head to toe except for some accessories and dead water.

Thinking of this, Diablo looked at Giorno who was waving excitedly towards the sea by the fence, and felt a little lucky. Fortunately, his son's hair was pink.

If it is the same golden color as DIO, then she probably has to consider whether to dye it for him?

"Mom, are we almost there?" Giorno pointed at the city where the edge could already be seen.

"Ah, that's Italy..."

After two years, she finally came back...

Diablo took a deep breath, how refreshing is the air here?She has power, and she has the means to give power to others.

Control your destiny and get rid of everything that is not good for you!His stand-in ability is destined to be the one chosen to stand at the highest point!

This country... Let her take over...

Diablo, who is not short of money at all, first bought a small villa by the sea, and she has to plan how to occupy the whole of Italy.

But before that, let's solve the problem of hunger first, after all...

Diablo raised her forehead secretly. She has never cooked before. When she was at DIO, her subordinates delivered food every day. She had never seen it in the kitchen. What's more, she has to prepare food for a two-year-old child...More Difficult……

And the newly bought house, where will there be food stored?So go out and eat!Diablo decisively hugged Giorno and went out.

It may be beneficial for two-year-old children to walk more, but it really doesn't work now...

Think about it, Diablo is over 1.8 meters, how can he hold the hand of the little Giorno?

Dad's words can probably ride on the neck, but as a mother, she can only hold Giorno in her arms.

"What would Giorno want to eat?" Diablo unfolded the menu and placed it between the two of them. There was nothing special about it. This is just an ordinary restaurant.

"Hmm..." Giorno blinked his big green eyes, hesitantly looking at the variety of food on the menu.

Diablo on the side looked at him with his chin propped on one hand. In fact, she was not very hungry, but children always digested quickly.

"I want to eat this!" Giorno didn't keep Diablo waiting too long, pointing to a picture above with his little finger.

"Oh? What is... um... octopus salad?"

The pictures on the menu are not bad, the color matching is rich, it makes people appetite at first sight, the pink octopus tentacles are cut into pieces...

Diablo, who was looking down at the menu, happened to have a strand of hair hanging from his ear, and a touch of pink fell into his sight.

Diablo looked a little weird, is it her illusion?I always feel that the octopus salad that Giorno ordered has something to do with me...

"Anything else you want to eat?"

“Chocolate Milkshake!”

"it is good."

To be honest, that octopus salad tasted pretty good.

"Does Giorno like octopus salad?" Diablo asked after coming out of the restaurant, looking at Giorno's satisfied expression.

"Uh-huh!"

That's it...then does she want to learn cooking by herself or something?Diablo thought about this possibility, the kitchen in the villa can't be empty and moldy, can it?

"Then let's go shopping for kitchen supplies and some ingredients..." I hope I don't make dark dishes...

"Okay, okay! I want to help too!"

"Don't be a hindrance..."

"No way~" Giorno stuck out his tongue.

"But..." Diablo smiled, and then his expression became dangerous, "It's better to send these uninvited guests away first..."

Of course, the destination is hell.

She did it on purpose.

Obviously, he could go to the market from the avenue, but Diablo deliberately walked into this alley which was a shortcut.

Not only were there people following behind, there were actually people blocking the way in advance at the alley ahead.

oh?So much trouble?Diablo raised his eyebrows, it seemed that he regarded himself as some kind of fat sheep?

Didn't she accidentally expose the cash and various cards in her wallet when paying at the restaurant?

"This is really a lovely lady..." The little gangster approached her with a smile, looking like he was sure of winning.

"But it's a pity that she is already a mother..." The other person shook his head, and was immediately hammered by the person next to him. "It hurts, what are you doing?!"

"What do you know? This is the charm of a young woman! What's so good about that kind of immature girl? Mature women are number one in the world!" The person who said this had a scar on his face, but the scar was more like a scratch made by a woman .

"I just don't understand! What a beautiful girl! She hasn't been refined, she is just waiting for me to love~"

"Wrong! Mature women are better!"

"Nonsense! Girls are good!"

"Shut up!" The gangster in the lead slapped each of them physically to shut up, "You've lost all your face!"

"Madam, it's your fault that you shouldn't reveal your wealth at will..." The other party smiled maliciously, "If you hand over the money obediently, I might spare your lives?"

"Lie." Diablo's eyes were full of contempt.

"A pig that is controlled by a dirty **** and exudes a disgusting smell is worse than a stinky rat in the sewer. I can smell the smell of toilet on your body from this distance."

Diablo scolded coolly.

Clap clap—this is the sound of applause.

Different from the angry expression of the leader, the guy with a mature face applauded in amazement, "As expected of a woman with experience, she's just Sparsi!"

"You stinky woman... Ugh!" The bastard raised his hand and was about to slap Diablo, but the pain in his abdomen stopped him.

Diablo hugged Giorno with one hand and covered his eyes with the other. The little guy looked at the darkness in front of him, his eyes blinked suspiciously, but he didn't struggle. Diablo rubbed his long eyelashes. Itchy palms.

The red and white humanoid stand-in next to him is just like Diablo himself, tall and plump, but his face is more intimidating than his own, and there is a small face on his forehead.

The punch had already penetrated the opponent, and when it was pulled out, blood splashed everywhere, most of which were blocked by the Crimson King, but a small drop of blood still fell on Giorno's lips.

Instinctively sticking out his tongue to lick, Giorno tasted a fishy and sweet taste.

The few people around were not stand-in messengers, they saw that their boss had been pierced and fell down for no reason, so they quickly took out their guns from their arms and pointed them at the weird woman in front of them.

"The Crimson King!"

The moment the bullet was shot out of the muzzle, the time-deletion was activated, and it was only deleted for 0.5 seconds. Fortunately, none of the bullets were aimed at Giorno, and those bullets passed through Diablo's forehead or chest.

When the time resumed again, the bullets passing back and forth had submerged into the bodies of the people on both sides, five or six people all fell down, and only one lucky man was left with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"how is this possible……!"

It's quite a coincidence that this guy is actually a mature woman who had a scar on her face before.

Diablo walked towards him step by step, the sound of high-heeled shoes echoing in the alley.

"Bang bang bang—" The guy fired a few shots at Diablo again, but this time she didn't use it anymore, this thing is always a little cold.

The Crimson King who appeared in front of her helped her deflect those bullets.

From the opponent's point of view, the bullet was turning in front of Diablo, his eyes widened in fear, and he pulled the trigger helplessly.

"Ka Ka Ka" a few times, but there are no more bullets.

"You...you, you can't kill me!" The man's legs softened, and he sat on the ground tremblingly, saying lines that he thought were useless, "I'm a gangster! Aren't you afraid of offending the Kyade organization? !"

oh?Gangster?Is it too cheap to run to grab money?

"Who is your boss?" Diablo kicked him down, stepped on his face with black high-heeled shoes, stuffed the thin heels into his mouth, and looked down at him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…" That guy still had a blush on his face.

Since Diablo stepped on his face, the guy who fell on the ground looked up from the side. This angle of view is the most perfect. Follow the fishnet stockings all the way up to see the scenery under the skirt. Clearly.

"Is that so..." Diablo didn't care about the other person's eyes, and stomped his mouth and the back of his head.

The blood that popped out made her feel a little disgusted. The Crimson King appeared at the right time, tore off a piece of clean cloth from the guy, and polished the blood-stained leather shoes.

"Giorno, is there anything else you want to eat? Let's buy the ingredients together later."

"Hmm, pudding?" Hearing Diablo's footsteps, Giorno wisely didn't mention the alley, until the smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose completely disappeared, and his vision was restored.

"Pudding..." Diablo thought for a while, and it seemed that he had to buy a recipe.

Looking up at his mother's face, Giorno remembered the words he heard just now - 'gangster', 'Kyad'.

Without Diablo's knowledge, his own son had a dream...

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