[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

She was still too confident.

Diablo thought in pain, her neck was tightly strangled, making her face flushed, and she opened her mouth to desperately absorb the oxygen around her.

"I'm tired of it..." The expression of the man on the opposite side didn't mean to be joking at all, and his orange eyes were looking at food as usual.

"Huh?" Dio looked down at his feet, and the strong branches wrapped around him, which looked like the handwriting of some little guy.

"Let go of mom!" Giorno's green eyes shone brightly, increasing the growth of the plants, trying to completely entangle the father he didn't want to admit.

"You're still too tender..." DIO hooked his lips into a smile.

From Giorno's point of view, he was still in front of DIO one second, and fell into the cradle the next second. He still stumbled, and he hurriedly got up.

Diablo had already fallen to the ground like a puppet with its strings broken, his face was pale, it was obvious that he had lost too much blood.

"Mom?!" Giorno hurriedly jumped out of the cradle, stumbling to Diablo's side with his bare feet on the ground.

DIO glanced at Giorno, turned and left.

He spared Diablo and didn't completely suck her blood dry. It was his kindness that he had his son by his side before he died.

He could see that the other party was definitely not the kind of woman who would be willing to be subordinate to others. If she had the strength, she would definitely fight back against him, and she had no doubt that if she touched the arrow, she would have a substitute.

Of course, this doesn't mean that DIO killed her because he was afraid that the other party would grow up to take revenge, but because he was simply tired of it, just like other bread women.

He really wanted to see what this woman's substitute looked like, but not now, Joestar's blood had already noticed him, and he had to concentrate on dealing with them.

Diablo's blood is delicious, and DIO can feel that the fit between his head and body has improved a bit.

"JOJO... Your descendants will appear in front of this DIO soon, and then disappear completely in this world... Hehehe..." DIO who didn't think that Giorno was Joestar's blood said so...

Diablo, who was breathless over there, looked at Giorno sitting next to her with dull eyes.

Giorno bit his lower lip, but still couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes. Being the most sensitive to life, he could clearly feel the passing of his mother's life.

Seeing his weak index finger being grasped by those tender little hands, Diablo felt very uncomfortable.

The body temperature disappeared the moment the blood was drawn away, and the coldness in the air desperately penetrated into her bones, unable to move, she only felt the warmth of the index finger held by Giorno.

Did she stop there?Diablo is not reconciled, she wants to live, and only by living can she have everything.

She didn't expect that until she died, the person who would accompany her would be this little ghost whom she thought was a mistake... But it was useless to think about it, the consciousness gradually left her, only the touch of those little hands was very clear, Until Diablo closed his eyes completely...

——End sprinkle flowers (bushi)——

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door.

"Master Giorno, lunch is at the door of my room." As expected, there was no response, Vanilla Ice put down the plate and left as usual.

About 10 minutes later, the door creaked open, and a pair of small hands took the dinner plate in.

Giorno locked the door again, and the golden experience appeared beside him, sensing the fluctuation of life force around him, and there was no one else.

He took two small pieces of bread from the dinner plate and walked to the closet. The sliding door was very convenient for the short Giorno.

"There's no one around, mom..." Giorno passed the bread in.

The people inside reached out to take it, and their breathing became cautious. Diablo, who was clearly on the verge of death before, stayed here well.

Although the situation was urgent at the time, Giorno did not panic completely. After thinking about his ability to create life, he felt that he could use this method to create the lost blood for Diablo.

Diablo, who almost passed away, was nursed back by the skills Giorno had learned in advance.

No, DIO doesn't know about it, and he can't let him know, but I can't guarantee that the other party will kill her again.

So Diablo hid in the closet all day long, eating the bread and milk prepared by vanilla ice for Giorno, and Giorno, who can move freely here, can always find other food for himself.

There is Petesia patrolling outside, even if other people are not around, it is difficult to break through, not to mention that DIO has not been out recently, it seems that he is waiting for something here.

Diablo chewed the soft bread in his mouth. Although it was worse than melting in the mouth, a baby without teeth could still eat it with a sip.

She watched as Giorno slowly climbed into the closet and got into her arms, wrapping his arms around him.

After all, Giorno was only two years old, and DIO wanted him to live, so it was impossible to leave him alone in the room to fend for himself, and Vanilla Ice or other subordinates would come to take care of him.

If you ask about the dead body of Diablo, Giorno directly put flowers all over the place, and DIO can understand it at a glance.

When someone came, especially DIO, Diablo, who was hiding in the closet, did not dare to breathe excessively, and hid in it with fear.

Once he was too nervous and accidentally made a noise, and was almost discovered. It was Giorno who fooled DIO. After the other party left, Diablo, who relaxed, found that his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Diablo doesn't want to experience the feeling of death again, whether she admits it or not, Giorno is now her only hope.

She buried her head in Giorno's soft hair, the same pink hair was intertwined, and a few strands rubbed against the tip of Giorno's nose, itching.

"Mom?" Giorno felt that his mother's mood was not right, and shouted.

"I'm fine..." He said so, but judging from her state, she knew how bad she was.

Worrying all day and night made her mentally unwell, her long pink hair had lost its former luster, and her complexion was haggard.

Maybe only when he hugs Giorno can he feel at ease.

"That person, is he still here?" Diablo asked in a low voice after a long silence.

"Yeah." Of course Giorno knew who she was referring to, "Most of the subordinates have been dispatched."

"Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely rescue you." He patted her arm and comforted her.

Save her out?How long has she not seen the sun outside?Diablo thought for a while, but couldn't think of a specific time, but Giorno was already two years old.

Giorno didn't get an answer from his mother, and Giorno thought that he was too young to speak enough weight, and he had a stronger desire to grow up and become stronger in his heart.

By the way, let me spit on that bastard father, what kind of wicked savior, who obviously can't even save his mother...

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I always feel like Boss Huang Zhen is being raised by velvet (: 3_ヽ)_