Lord JOJO Prynne is also living happily today

"I want to say, marshmallow essence, this looks so inexplicable."

He told what happened in the prison just now.

Fran just sat down on the steps of a street at random before. Using illusion, he could easily prevent others from finding out, and at the same time, he was able to keep the [fire] of the lighter from going out.

When he left the prison, he also used illusion to hide the lighter and brought it out.

"Guaranteed that the lighter will not go out for 24 hours, can this really be regarded as a test for a person who wants to join the passion organization?"

[You can think about this, little Fran~] The walking white cotton candy said with a smile on the phone: [But if you ask me...]

【—Then let the lighter go out.Future developments will definitely be more interesting. 】

【Whether you trust him or not, you can listen to what that man Polbo says, anyway, I guess you don't care about it anyway, right, you are the owner of the ring of hell. 】

[That's it, Fran, don't let me down. 】

"Really..." Fran put away the phone and snapped his fingers, "Me is still a child."

The lighter went out.

"However, I also look forward to more interesting developments."

10 minutes passed.

Fran stared at the lighter. He found that there seemed to be no other accidents. He touched his chin, "Is it possible that something interesting will happen if I re-ignite the lighter?"

Fran decided to light the lighter again.

... hit.

Something seemed to appear in the air.

Fran was ready to fight, but in this delicate atmosphere, he calmed down, closed his eyes, and used the illusionist's intuition to perceive the existence of this invisible enemy.

Black Sabbath spit out arrows and attacked the boy's neck.

Fran couldn't see Black Sabbath, but he could feel something attacking him, and Fran instantly tilted his head to the side with such force that one wondered if his neck would be cut in two by himself.

The arrow grazed Fran's cheek, leaving a bloody welt.

Fran opened those emerald eyes wide.

He saw the double.

"Kill you--"

Black Sabbath roared.

Fran immediately rolled on the spot, and the lighter was sent to the steps by the illusion and put it safely, "In this case, I have a substitute, too," Fran murmured, "What is it? I'm really curious." ah."

"The star."

"...What?" Fran looked at the bouncing little star in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched rarely, "me's substitute turns out to be an auxiliary type."

At this time, Black Sabbath sprang out from the shadows, and Fran didn't even look at it, but began to communicate with the stand-ins who looked like stars.

Never mind Black Sabbath.

The illusion will let Black Sabbath choose the fastest way to die for itself.

"So, are you two me's substitutes?"

Fran asked curiously.

These little stars look really cute.

"Yes, yes, Fran, we are your substitute!" Little Xingxing said softly.

"Then tell me what you can do."

"We can store things in our body and release them according to Fran's instructions! It doesn't matter where Fran is, we and Fran are connected by heart!"

"Not only dead things, we can also save living things!"

"Put it anywhere! We have unlimited memory!"

The little stars chattered around Fran, talking about their usefulness with high spirits.

"The illusion with me is very useful..." Fran thought about it.

in case……

Use illusion to hide the breath and figure of the little stars, and then let them jump into the body of the target—whether it enters through the mouth or through the ears...

Then Fran, who was not on the scene, gave the order...

Even a stand-in messenger can be assassinated.

Fran will be the most convenient in Bai Lan's hands...

【Hey!In this way, when we go out in the future, Fran, you can help me pack a lot of marshmallows~]

【marvelous!Fran, what a super useful stand-in! 】

"Is...is it useful, Cotton Candy Monster," Fran asked uncertainly on the phone, "Is this double of me useful?"

【Of course, little Fran, what nonsense are you talking about?】 The Cotton Candy Monster said in a familiar tone, 【You are my Kishou, don't get the priorities wrong. 】

Fran was Bai Lan's guardian before he was a stand-in messenger.

——Don’t get the priorities wrong.

Fran felt relieved, "Got it, Cotton Candy Monster, then next..."

[As long as you obey the arrangement, the arrangement of fate will allow you to bring me victory. 】

"Yes, boss."

Fran responded.

……

Bai Lan hung up the phone with a smile, and returned to the cash register from the corner.

Not working?How can it be?

Not to mention that there is nothing interesting to do at home, even economic conditions do not allow him not to work.

The money Risut sent to Bailan was indeed enough for an ordinary college student to live normally, but Bailan still had to use the money to conduct research on box weapons with Irie Masaichi, as well as his various cotton candy. A wonderful idea, that money is simply not enough.

Is it a bit selfish to say that?

Bai Lan does not deny this.

He is indeed a selfish man.

"Bai Lan, can you continue to stand for me today?"

Lily asked quietly.

"Huh? I don't have any problems, but sister Lina will be upset~"

Bai Lan tilted her head and said with a smile.

"That's fine, I'll tell Lina myself then."

Lily nodded happily, "That's it, goodbye."

Bai Lan also said goodbye to her with a smile, but she never saw this lively girl again.

"Lily's body was found."

Lina came over and said to Bai Lan, "Did she ask you to take over again that day?"

"Yes." Bai Lan nodded.

Lina looked at this slightly young white-haired boy, sighed, and said helplessly: "You, I won't talk about you, you should be careful, even boys have to protect themselves .”

"Well, thank you sister Lina~"

Bai Lan obediently responded.

Lily is dead.

For the first time, Bai Lan's mind came up with those very fashionable men, but he immediately denied the answer.

——If it was them, there was no need to do so directly, and the means would not be so inferior.

and so……

Bai Lan recalled the smell of smoke and burnt on Lily's body that day, which was not what an ordinary girl should have.

Sure enough, Lily provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked by her.

This guess, which sprouted when Bai Lan was bored, was confirmed after he got off work at night.

——Although he doesn't really want to confirm this matter now.

"Are you...what's the matter?"

Bai Lan frowned beautifully, even with such an unhappy expression, he still looked pure and sunny.

"Hey, my brothers just want to ask, you are so familiar with Lily, right? Did she tell you where she put the goods?"

The hooligans looked like they were joking, holding iron bars and bricks in their hands, and they seemed to have malicious intentions.

When Bai Lan heard that Lily was involved in powder trading, he really didn't want to be involved in such a thing. Bai Lan didn't like powder, "I don't know."

"Do you look down on us? You..."

Before Bai Lan did it, someone did it first.

The blades suddenly came out of the gangsters' throats, and the veins on their necks burst. The silent pain caused them to fall into the abyss of death.

"I told you, don't come out to work again."

Suppressing his anger, a deep male voice sounded behind Bai Lan.

"Risu."

Bai Lan turned to look at the man with strange eyes and smiled.

"Listen, I don't care what you think, it doesn't matter if you're in the rebellious period or whatever, now, go home immediately." Risut restrained his anger and worry, and tried to explain to Bai Lan in a good voice , but obviously he failed, "It's going to be a mess soon, don't get involved!!"

Finally he growled.

After Risut finished yelling, the air fell into silence.

Just when Risut started to worry about whether he had scared Bai Lan, the white-haired boy in front of him showed a smile, which was as pure and clean as ever.

"I don't care what kind of experience you have, who you are, where you come from, as long as you love me, then I like you too."

He smiled and said this sentence in Italian, with a slight tremor at the end, as if he was acting like a baby.

"Forgive me this time, will you, Risu?"

—In an instant, Risut disarmed and surrendered.

That is the white-haired angel who fell into the world.

"...Go home quickly," the man softened his tone, "This is really not something you should worry about."

"I'm very happy that you can grow up well and safely, get married and grow old."

……

"So in the end, is it up to you, sir, to receive me?"

At the gate of the prison, Bugarati looked at the teenager wearing a huge apple hat in front of him. He had a pair of beautiful emerald eyes, "Yes, Polpo ordered you to be included in my team."

"I'm Bruno Bucciarati."

"Fran."

Fran said casually: "After meeting the other team members, can I move freely?"

"Okay," Bucciarati said, "why ask that."

"My luggage was stolen, I have no money, the assessment is over, and I have to get it back."

Although Fran carried all the rings with him and didn't lose any of them, there was an apple hat his grandmother sewed for him in the luggage, and Fran had to find it.