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Chapter 95 Giorno's Dad(1/2)

What are you most afraid of?

When he was young, Giorno was huddled alone in the bed every night because of an extremely irresponsible mother.

At that time, he was afraid of the dark, the cold, and the loneliness.

When he grew up a little longer, he followed his mother who was married far away across the ocean and came to Italy, which had no relatives.

At that time, he was afraid of being isolated and bullied.

But if you think about it carefully, Gioruno is afraid that all he has lived is such an illusory thing.

If you really want to specifically define the answer to a certain person or something, he can't answer it at all.

After that, Giorno grew rapidly in this fear of "nonsense", like a piece of natural jade. After just a little polishing, it showed its flawless essence.

From then on, nothing could scare him.

Even darkness is loneliness, endless difficulties and obstacles.

"So"

"What are I afraid of?"

Giorno couldn't think of an answer.

But what he knew was that he would not be afraid of the piece of meat no matter what.

Even in that well of lava, he had never felt any fear in the face of real meat and deadly lava.

So

As long as it is not a piece of meat, the answer is OK, right?

It would certainly not be worse, after all, he had never seen anything more terrible than meat.

Gioruno thought so.

And the moment his palm touched Willie's arm, a memory that had been buried deep in his brain for a long time and could not be remembered by himself suddenly surged out of his subconscious like a tide:

“dio”

"Domine dio"

A very familiar voice in my mind sounded softly in Giorno's voice.

The voice belonged to his mother, but it was younger, gentler, more obedient than he had imagined, and even faintly carried a humble and piety to worship the gods.

"Mother, who is she talking to?"

"Is it?"

Gioruno had such a question in his mind.

At this time, there was another baby crying sound in my memory. This was Giorno's own voice.

The pictures echoing in my mind became more and more real.

Giorno suddenly found himself becoming a baby with short hands and feet, lying weakly in his mother's arms, crying and making a fuss.

The memory of all senses becomes clear at this time.

He saw that the little baby himself and his mother were staying in a room with dim lights and mysterious atmosphere.

He smelled a strong smell filled the dim room, and the slightly iron-blooded smell seemed to be human blood.

Finally, he heard a deep male voice.

The sound is deep, powerful and magnetic. While it is extremely oppressive, it also has an indescribable "charm":

“Has my child been born?”

"very good."

The sound of light footsteps sounded, and the memory began to become blurred.

And at that last moment, the owner of this voice finally appeared in Giorno's vision.

Because of the dim light, Giorno could only barely see his deep pupils that were faintly flickering with dark red light.

That's the look

The man just glanced at him, and Giorno, who was still a baby, stopped crying like a young bird who encountered a natural enemy.

This kind of eyes is not the look that father should have, nor is it the look that humans can have.

It was not the father looking at his son, but the devil looking at his relatives.

This look was imprinted in the depths of my brain through time and space, making Gioruno, who recalled this memory at this moment, couldn't help but tremble:

Somehow

It's clear that the man is his father

But Giorno still felt that he might be killed by this man in the next second, and he would be eaten.

"ah!"

Giorno hummed with a headache.

The memories of the past are fleeting, and the brain returns to clear light in an instant.

Giorno returned to the present, and the coward Willie, who appeared in front of him, was the white-faced and weak-legged coward.

"call"

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the golden experience appeared:

“Willie Coward.”

"Now, there are no meat pieces that can protect you!"

"No, no"

Willie hugged her head and exclaimed:

"Save me, my friend, come and save me!!"

He wanted to summon the invincible piece of meat to protect himself, but the huge body of the piece disappeared when Gioruno touched him.

In this unprecedented despair, Golden Experience leaped forward in one step and waved the shadow of the sky at him:

"Big wood"

Bang!

The boxing ended abruptly.

The gold experience of the fist that was enough to hammer the car steel plate was blocked without any effect.

The one who blocked the golden experience was a blonde man who appeared next to Willie at some time, and

A humanoid stand-in with a knotty muscles, a burly figure, and also exudes a golden light, but its momentum is far stronger than the golden experience.

"Um?"

Giorno's expression froze on his face.

And what responded to him was a fist shadow, and a familiar and strange roar:

"Big wood, big wood, big wood, big wood!"

Underground.

Li Qing hurriedly ran back from the sewer.

Just now, Willy might have given some orders to prevent him from getting close to the meat piece. Li Qing took two steps to Willy, and the meat piece would be given priority to getting angry at him.

Therefore, in order not to interfere with the action, he had to escape alone and avoid the edge.

The task of touching Willy was also handed over to Giorno to complete.

Anyway, Giorno is a reliable comrade who seals genuine meat with him. If it were him, he would never be afraid of the meat.

Sure enough, Giorno did not disappoint him.

Even though they are far apart, Li Qing can still sense:

After the fake meat piece that Gioruno and others were hiding climbed to the ground, Willy's stand-in changed instantly.

The meat piece as big as a room disappeared instantly, and what changed later seemed to be a person's voice.

Although I don't know what character the person who can scare Giorno is, it must be easier to deal with than that damn piece of meat.

Maybe what I became was the parents who beat him when I was a child and the school tyrant.

In this way, the battle is equivalent to being over.

Li Qing thought so in his heart and couldn't help but relax his vigilance.

He even directly and confidently removed the data, then climbed back to the ground in three steps and observed the situation with his more familiar vision:

"Goruno!"

"I've finished the fight, right? That boy"
To be continued...
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