The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

This move was a bit abrupt to Jonny, he made a wish that surprised everyone.

Jonson looked at Jonny. Jonson felt very distressed for Jonny's experience. Jonson was born with a feeling of empathy, which made him always sympathize with others.

Jonny was obviously a very poor person. Jonson looked down at Jonny's leg. Jonson firmly believed that it was the maneuver that made Jonny stand up in the end, not the body.

Jonny stood up by relying on his own strength.

"Jonny." Johnson said, looking at him, "you'll stand up."

Eyeballs appeared in Jonny's eyes, his sky blue eyes turned brownish-gray, he looked into the distance, after obtaining the eyes of a saint by virtue of his riding skills—

The breath of the horse, the rhythm of the horse, the distant future, all become extremely clear--

"Thank you, Jonson," Jonny said.

Jonson smiled, "Is it necessary for those who are older to help younger brother to thank you for this kind of words?"

"What I care about is a blood connection." Johnson said to Jonny with a smile, "As long as I think of you, who is flowing with the same blood as me, if you are still living a painful life, I will be very sad."

Jonny was taken aback for a moment. It seemed that he still owed Jonson an apology, but he couldn't tell the truth. He swallowed a little bit.

In fact, there is no need to always think about giving, Jonny said in his heart, so that he will feel more guilty.

"Ah, I know." Jello immediately interrupted Jonny's embarrassment. He said: "My word, there are several younger brothers and sisters. But I am not so kind to them, especially the younger brother, we Always fight."

"You who were fighting with your younger siblings are really not good." Hertpanz said suddenly.

Jello looked at Hertpanz in surprise, then said, "Damn, what are you?"

Jello was a little upset just looking at Hertpanz. This upset came from inexplicable. In fact, Jello was not a good talker, he would only get along with people he admired.

For example, Jonny, although he was disabled, his determination to stand up a little touched him and made him admire him, and the two of them had a good affinity.

But Hertpanz, this little white face, looked like he couldn't eat a bit of suffering. When they were suffering, he actually ate sandwiches and meat. This made Jello quite dissatisfied. I didn't know that he thought this guy was here for an outing. Of it.

What's more, just riding a horse easily all the way, but also at the top of each stage.

But the premise is that Jello doesn't know that Hertpanze is a woman. Of course, if he knows, he will probably be even more unhappy, because he is no better than a woman.

"Jonny, tell him to shit." Jello said to Jonny, pointing to Hutpanz.

"You have to say it yourself." Jonny retorted blankly. Hertpanze didn't care about Jello, his eyes looked contemptuous like shit.

Jonson and the others were walking on a not-so-wide rural trail. A few kilometers ahead, they needed to cross the river. When the wind blew, they directly knocked down the corn on both sides of the narrow trail, and several horses ran past them.

——Pokerlock, Dongfang Zezhu, Ted Khan and others.

But because it’s only the eighth day of the game, Johnson and others don’t even care about the rankings--

"Why are you following us?" Jello turned to look at Hertpanz.

Hertpanz rolled his eyes and ignored him, and Gerald said in an inch of precision: "Jonny and Jonson are brothers, of course they can follow us, but what are you doing with us?"

"Johnny and Jonson are brothers, so why are you following them?"

Hertpanz fought back in fear--

"Stop arguing," Jonny said. "Let's go to the front wooden house and take a rest."

Jonson nodded, and suddenly the corner of his eyes seemed to see someone running past him, and Jonson subconsciously looked to the side, which was a dark shadow.

When he looked back again, he saw that Jonny also saw the dark shadow in his eyes. There was indeed a person among the tall corn stalks--

"It's Sando." Jonny saw through this man with the help of the sage's excellent eyesight.

But it doesn't matter, after all, there are still six days to reach the finish line, not the final line, don't care about the ranking.

The four of Jonson, Jello, Jonny, and Hertpanz parked their horses near a wooden hut and decided to have a lunch here before continuing to cross the Mississippi River.

Jonny can now use the power of gyration to get off the horse and start cooking.

"Jonson, I almost forgot to ask you one more thing."

Jonson took out the sandwich from his bag and handed it to Jonny. Then he heard Jello's words, and he started to ask in secret. It must be how I learned the iron ball technique, but Jonson had already thought about it before. I'm not worried about this.

"What do you think of music?"

"what?"

"Music, I heard Jonny say, you can play the piano?"

Wait, don't you want to ask me how I got the iron ball technique?

"Understand a little bit." Jonson stuffed it back abruptly when he thought about it. Jello seemed quite excited. Jonson smiled and watched Jello take out a notebook from his bag——

"I just thought about "Pizza Song"." Jello said, "It may sound like some popular songs in Europe at first glance, but it's actually my own original."

"..."

"Then I'll sing." Jero cleared his throat, revealing his golden teeth, and sang: "Mozzarella Pizza~Mozzarella Pizza~Lellerel~"

"Mozzarella Pizza~Mozzarella Pizza~Lellerel~"

"Sora, Sora—"

Jello's facial expressions are rich, and his singing is intoxicated. It is not in the wilderness beside the Mississippi River in the United States, but in the Golden Theater, in the Royal Theater of San Carlo in Naples.

"It's over. The last paragraph is just repeating the above paragraph." Jello looked at Jonson with a little excitement, and clasped his hands tightly. He seemed to care about Jonson's evaluation because Jonny said Jonson. Very talented in music.

I have a ghost.

"Hmm..." Jonson frowned and thought for a moment, then took out a small notebook, wrote it, and handed it to Jello—

"This is a score. My goodness, Jello, you are so amazing."

"Ah, really?" Jello looked at the score, he couldn't understand it, anyway, it was just right for Jonson to praise it.

"What kind of horse are you running? Jello." Jonson blew the rainbow fart violently. "It's not good, this and that section of Raeler has been reverberating in my ears."

"Actually, I think so too." Jello was as happy as a child.

"Oh my God, music talent Jello, Naples found a ghost." Johnson praised excitedly.

"It's... eh, wait, isn't it?"