Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

"I really didn't expect it~ You actually made Fran your Kirishu," Bai Zhaza who came from another world smiled after understanding the basic personnel information, "I thought no one except Liudao Mukuro I can bear this little wolf cub~”

"The blond hair looks good." Bai Lan ignored his nonsense, walked around the other party, and said happily, "In this way, I won't be mistaken~"

That's right, after the white dregs from another world came to this world through high technology, for some reason, the original white and soft hair turned into a golden color, and if they lost their minds, they would be exactly the same as ghosts.

Bai Lan looked very happy, and even hummed a little tune.

He is the unique Bailan, no one can take away his things, not even himself in another world.

"That's right, I would be very annoyed if I was recognized as someone else." Bai Zhaza nodded, affirming Bai Lan's thoughts.

Bai Zhaza was not unhappy, on the contrary, he was also very curious about his blond hair, and even tried to figure out a new hairstyle in front of the mirror.

"By the way, is there anything I can do?" Bai Zhaza said, "I should show some sincerity other than conditions, right~ Otherwise, you will hand me over to the girl who was dazzled by love." Brainless idiot, am I right?"

"It's true," Bai Lan didn't deny it, or it didn't help to lie and deny it in front of himself who knew his other world, "Compared to this, I want to get what you promised. "

Bai Lan still had a smile on his face at this moment.

He looks good when he smiles, he is a bit more youthful and student-like than Bai Zhaza, the most eye-catching violet-colored eyes are shining brighter than the so-called ore amethyst .

His lips are a bit thin, sharp and mean when he's not smiling, and two shallow dimples appear above the corners of his mouth when they are curved, which looks very cute.

He was young and hadn't graduated from college, but no one would underestimate Blanchesso.

nobody.

Not even white slag.

Not any Blanchesso can achieve the achievement of Chiglioneiro's second-in-command within a month.

Nor is it possible for any Brandeso to increase Fran's favorability and make him submissive within three weeks.

In fact, Bailan from other worlds is attracted by the illusion ability of Fran the Frog, and wants to accept him as a subordinate, but most of them turn Fran the Frog into a reverse state without knowing why. Then I watched the excellent illusionist jump to Pengo Lie.

It's all tears if I say too much.

"Of course~" Bai Zhaza took out three pacifiers from his pants pocket and handed them to Bai Lan.

"How about giving you these for now as our contract?"

"Certo, caro (of course, dear)."

……

"Sardinia?"

Fran repeated the name of the place.

He remembered the message from Risut.

The intelligence-gathering capabilities of assassination teams should not be underestimated.

"Apaki, rewind the tape and find the appearance of the boss." Bugarati said, "Nalanga, search the vicinity."

"That was 15 years ago, and the melancholy blues search took 8 to 10 minutes..."

"It will be done in 5 minutes, we don't have that much time, Apache," Buccarati interrupted Apache, with a sharp and irrefutable leadership temperament at this time, "Naranga, Use Aerosmith to signal Giorno and Mista to bring Trish."

"Fran, although your stand-in is not aggressive, protect Apache before Giorno and the others come over."

"I see." Fran nodded.

Apache made a "cut", but he didn't say something like "I don't need a 15-year-old kid to protect me".

"Naranja, you and I will investigate the nearby creatures together, there may be organized people chasing them nearby."

"Yes, Bucciarati!"

After Naranga and Buccarati left, Fran and Apache were speechless for a while.

Originally, the relationship between the two of them was not very good. Although they were companions who could deliver their backs, it was not the same as being able to chat and talk together.

"Apaki, you...me sometimes feel a little confused."

Fran spoke first.

"Ah...huh, and then, a kid is a kid."

"I know that what I do is not necessarily correct, but, it is incredible, he brought me a different, brand new world."

"...Since you think it's right, or rather, it's something you think you have to do, then do it, Fran."

Apache's voice was soft.

"Anyway, just don't let yourself regret it, really."

"…makes sense."

"Hey! Who kicked the ball into a tree!!"

"Damn! Can't get it off!"

"Who, stop throwing stones!!!"

Noisy voices poured into the ears.

"Hey!" Apache frowned, perhaps to break the weird atmosphere between him and Fran, Apache shouted over there: "It's so noisy, brat, go play somewhere else!"

"We thought about it too," replied the boy who was closest to the tree but still couldn't reach the ball, "But the ball is stuck here and can't be removed!"

"It's really..." Apache glanced at Melancholic Blues. At this time, his stand-in was still searching, and when he was about to walk over, Fran reached out and stopped him.

"Apaki, at this time, whether it is the elderly or women and children, they are all potential enemies."

Fran's tone was calm.

Apache looked at the boy's eyes.

It was a very calm, even indifferent look.

"If you insist, me can go, but please stay here and make sure no one can get close to you."

Fran once again said infuriating words in a polite manner.

"... Tsk, I see." Apache stepped back, "Just like Giorno."

Seeing that Apache retreated, Fran walked to the boys by himself.

"You are about the same height as us, how can you reach the ball?"

A teenager complained.

Fran ignored him, and stretched out his hand to shoot the ball with tangible illusion.

"Amazing! Thank you!"

"Thank you! Let's go play elsewhere!"

"Thank you!"

Fran silently watched the boys run past him, and turned back only when the last pink-haired boy also left.

"The tape is out."

Apache said.

Fran took a look, and found that Melancholy Blues looked like a boy with pink hair.

"... Apache," Fran's voice trembled a little, "I know this sounds unbelievable, but, but—

The boy who left just now looked like this. "

My God, besides cotton candy monsters, pineapple fairies, and immature babies, is there actually a pink octopus monster whose appearance has remained unchanged for 15 years?

It seems that Trixie should not have to worry about his appearance in the future.