Stand User in Marvel Universe

“What kind of dance is this? That's weird! ”

“That's right, that's weird! But it's so cool. There's wood! ”

“I'm fucked, I'm brainwashed, I can't help but want to come with me! ”

“That's so funny. How did this dance? Can you step on it like this? ”

Dior was handsome, and now his cold face jumped at the famous' gangster 'of his past life, attracting everyone's gaze directly into the past.

Even Christine, who was very high, stopped and stood aside and shouted at him, stripping alive like a little pussy.

It can be said that everyone in this room feels this music monster, this dance monster, dances weirder by itself, but if Dior jumps out, he has an unspeakable charm, which makes people unconscious and can't help themselves!

This is incredible!

Even DJ, who accidentally played this music, didn't expect it to work like this, but he's so excited right now!

When Dior finally wrapped up with a iconic JOJO, the music stopped, and the whole crowd shouted madly!

“Wonderful! It's really wonderful! ”

“What is this dance? Does it have a name? ”

“Can you teach us how to dance together? I got a feeling it's gonna burn! ”

“Are you a model? The final posture is so handsome! ”

“Take it and call me. I'm yours tonight! ”

Countless notes were thrown over.

“Let's go! ”

Before being submerged by a passionate crowd, Dior pulls up an excited face and turns around and runs!

They forgot that they had just arrived and had not even had a glass of wine, so they ran out of the bar in panic.

I waited for two people outside to relax and then looked at each other and started laughing. The experience was exciting.

“This is the first time I've been ‘kicked out' like this.” Christine smiled and then suddenly looked at Dior with big, talkative eyes.

“Nothing, you'll get used to it next time.” Dior stalls, what can he do? He can't help it. It's just a dance. Big shock, I don't see it!

“Next time I won't dare bring you here again, don't you see the look on those women's eyes? It's like eating you in one bite. By the way, you didn't pick up two pieces of paper before you threw them here? ”

“Is that what you mean? I thought I jumped so bad, that's why they hit me. I knew I'd pick up a few and run.” Dior joked about his‘ annoyance '.

“It's not too late for you to go back, and I'm sure you'll have a memorable memory. ”

“Forget it, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to run out again. ”

The two people were talking about the experience and walking towards the parking place, and this happened unexpectedly, so it was not possible to stay.

“By the way, I haven't asked you, what was that dance you were doing? Did you create it yourself? Very sensational. ”

“I think ‘TortureDance’ is a good idea if you want to ask for a name, I can teach you some time..."

Just as the two were having a lively discussion about 'gangsters shaking’, one hit them directly in front of them.

“Hit me! ”

Dior saw one of the bars next to him come out, and the number seven or eight people started punching and kicking around the drunk guy who fell on the floor, and he kept yelling at me.

Looks like the guy who got beat up spent all his money in there, then went on to get a drink, robbed him or something, and then pissed off the pub's batter.

Dior had no idea Christine was meddling, so he bypassed these people and was ready to leave.

But just as he immediately turned away, a slight change in the person who had been beaten suddenly caught his attention.

Is it a mistake or a delusion?

“Let's go. ”

“Wait a minute, the person who was beaten looks familiar to me, wait for me to determine if I know someone I know. ”

As Dior said, Christine naturally stopped rushing, just to make her feel strange, Dior didn't just go up and confirm, but just waited around and watched the man get beaten.

Didn't you say it could be someone you knew?

Christine's a little confused, isn't he the enemy?

Just a minute later, under Dior's incredibly focused observation, he finally made sure that the scene he had seen before was not illusory or eye-catching.

He was being beaten and some minor wounds from the collision were healing rapidly, just disappearing without notice, as if they had never appeared.

The ability to heal yourself?

Dior suddenly became interested, except that he was beaten so hard that he couldn't see what the man looked like.

By this time, he had finally stopped sitting around watching the noise.

He walked straight past and didn't give a shit. He punched all seven or eight batters and then pulled him up.

“Are you all right? ”

The man seemed a little unstable, and Dior helped him, and the smell of bad alcohol drifted straight over him.

And when Dior saw what this man looked like, he stood still.

Though the clothes on her body seemed like they hadn't been washed for a long time, though her face was full of beards and messed up like a wildling man.

But this familiar look, coupled with his ability to heal himself, probably makes it possible for Dior to determine who he is.

It's just that Dior never thought he'd see someone who'd be homeless for the rest of his life in this way.

Whether it's fate or mere coincidence, Dior doesn't know either.

“Someone you know? If so, take him and run. Someone's already inside to get someone.” Christine pulled Dior so anxiously, he just punched and knocked everyone over and scared her!

She didn't know that Dior was so good at fighting, but she couldn't help it.

Dior nodded, and now he's not in the mood to waste any more time on the little ones, so he stood up and shouted 'homeless' for drinks.

But obviously, the people inside didn't even think about letting him go. Seven or eight batters were easily knocked over by one person. This is a disgrace to the gang people. If they can't get back to the scene immediately, the next day someone dares to come and smash the field!

“Everybody stop! The guy who hit me still wants to run? ”

More than 20 people ran out and surrounded the group of Dior people, and the person who spoke to the leader was not good at first glance, and the thick chest hair of the spicy eyes of the chest revealed, seemingly scared that others could not see.