Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

Although Jotaro looks very similar to Ohashi in the original book, as a mixture of Europeans and Asians, there is still a big difference when you look closely.

But Joseph's face was exactly the same as Jonathan's, even Stegwagen thought.

So at the first glance of young Joseph, Dior inevitably remembered the last gentleman of the Qiao family.

"Dio, you despicable villain who took my grandfather's body, you are not qualified to call him a noble name!"

Hearing that Dior still called his grandfather JOJO, a trace of displeasure flashed in Joseph's eyes.

"I'm going to avenge Grandma Alina today and take back my grandfather's body!"

"Elena, that village girl, grandfather, wait, you are ......."

Dior's eyes swept over Xia Yan and his party.

Abdel, Hanakyoin, Polunaref, Joseph's son-in-law, Jotaro.

There is no figure of Joseph.

Thinking of what Er Joe had just called Jonathan and Alina, a conjecture flashed in Dior's heart.

He moved his gaze to the car that Xia Yan and his party drove out of the city.

Sure enough, Aresin's shivering figure huddled in the car came into his sight.

"yes, yes, so you're Joseph's old 650's!"

"So, did that guy Areci betray me...... No, that guy shouldn't have the courage to betray me, did you get caught......

Dio sorted out all the relationships here in an instant, with a smile of victory on his face.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. It's just a useless hermit's purple. "

As if mocking, as if in response to Joseph's words to reclaim my grandfather's body, Dio pulled back his clothes and pointed to the horrible scar on his neck.

"For Jonathan's body to be completely integrated with me, the blood of the Joestar clan is the most appropriate, right?"

"Huh, huh!?"

Hearing Dior's evaluation, Joseph did not show any annoyance, but a touch of contempt rose at the corner of his mouth.

Dior's pupils shrank suddenly.

I don't know when, a purple thorn has crawled up along his legs, tightly wrapping his upper body together.

The other end of the thorn was attached to Joseph's body.

Joseph naturally couldn't just watch Dio pretend to be forced like this.

According to his consistent character of striking first, normally speaking, he should have thrown his fist as early as Dior when he appeared.

The reason why I heard him make a long speech is just to set a trap.

While Dio was busy talking nonsense and observing, he scattered the hermit's purple into a whole thorn, and with the help of his body's shield, he burrowed into the ground and slowly approached Dior.

Later, he deliberately talked to Dio, causing him to be distracted, allowing the purple of the hermit to wrap around Dio's body.

To make it even more subtle, he didn't even attach ripples to the hermit purple thorns, preventing the shining sparks from causing Dio to discover his trap in advance.

And now, apparently, his plan has succeeded.

The smile doesn't go away, it just shifts.

At this time, Dior's previous smile of victory shifted to Joseph's face.

He stretched out a finger and pointed at Dior, whose face was full of astonishment, and said confidently in his tone:

"Your next word is—it's the Hermit's Purple Thorn, when?"

"It's the purple thorn of the hermit! when...... Nani!?"

Joseph guessed what he was going to say, and Dio was stunned for a moment. He felt as if he had been tricked.

Even though he thought he had gotten rid of his bad Xi of being grumpy and irritable after a hundred years of precipitation, he still felt a feeling of annoyance and anger, burning like a flame in his heart.

"He did it! Great, Mr. Joestar! I didn't expect it to be so easy!" said Polunarev first.

"It's worthy of Mr. Joestar, he has easily done something that ordinary people can't do, which makes people's blood boiling and impressed!" Hanakyo continued.

"Settle him in one fell swoop, Mr. Joestar!" replied Abdel.

Only Natsuhiko and Jotaro remained calm, after all, they themselves did not believe that Dior would be solved by this move.

"Hey, hey, leave it to me! Engrave, the rhythm of the ripples! The purple ripples of the hermit are speeding away!"

With a bold smile on his face, Joseph grasped the hermit purple thorn, and the golden sparks of sunlight followed the thorns from his palms towards Dior's body.

Looking at the people who seemed to be already giving their acceptance speeches, and didn't take themselves seriously at all, Dior suddenly felt another burst of fire.

"The flow of ripples is just an old thing a hundred years ago! even if it is ripples, what can I do!?" (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Old fool! Your stand-in is the most useless! I'm ...... I'm ......."

I saw Dior's eyes widen angrily, and his whole body exuded a light that symbolized the energy of the stand-in, and shouted at Joseph, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence for a long time.

"Moses, Moses, what are you talking about, let's talk about it slowly—"

Joseph put one hand to the side of his ear and pointed at Dio, with a expression on his face.

Now that his hermit's purple power and persistence are all A, even if the power of dispersion into thorns is weakened, it is definitely not something that the world can easily break free.

Not to mention the world, even the platinum star is tied up, and it takes a lot of effort to break free.

"Damn! I can't break free! I can't even break free with the power of the world!? How is it possible, how can I be so strong!?

Dior, who thought he could easily break free from Joseph's thorns and didn't take it seriously at all, found that he had exhausted all his strength, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles of Hermit Purple.

Seeing the ripples on the purple thorns getting closer and closer to him, Dio couldn't help but panic a little.

"Damn! It's too late!!Wryyyy—"

"Smash Varudo—"

"—give me time to stop!!"

Time stopped.

Everything around seems to be clouded with a haze and loses its original color.

A second passes. []