Stand User in Marvel Universe - Chapter 218

"What dance is this? It's weird!"

"Yeah, that's weird! But it's so cool. There's wood!"

"It's over, I'm brainwashed, and my body can't help but want to come together!"

"It's so interesting. How does this jump? Can you step on it like this?"

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Dior was already handsome, but now with a cold face, he jumped out of the famous gangster of the previous life and directly attracted everyone's attention.

Even the very hilarious Christine stopped and stood aside and shouted for him, living like a little girl.

It can be said that everyone in the audience felt that this music strange, this dance strange, even more strange to jump up, but the jump out of Dior has an indescribable charm. !!

It's incredible!

Even the DJ who accidentally released this music did not expect such an effect, but now he is full of excitement!

After Dior finally ended with an iconic JOJO, the music also came to an abrupt halt. At this time, the crowd cheered and shouted!

"Awesome! It's really awesome!"

"What is this dance? Does it have a name?"

"Can you teach us to dance this dance together? I have a hunch, it will definitely be hot!"

"Are you a model? The final pose is so special and handsome!"

"Take it, remember to call me, I'm yours tonight!"

Countless pieces of paper were thrown over.

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"Come on!"

Before being drowned by the enthusiastic crowd, Christian Dior took a look of excitement and Christine turned away and ran!

They also forgot that they had just arrived and did not even drink a glass of wine, so they hurried out of the bar.

Wait until the two talents are relieved, then look at each other and start laughing, the experience just now is exciting.

"It's the first time I've been kicked out like this." Kristin laughed and looked at Dior with a pair of big talking eyes.

"It's okay, you'll get used to it next time." Dior spread his hands. What could he do? He was helpless. It was just a dance. No fuss, nothing!

"Next time I dare not bring you here again, do you not see the eyes of the women just now? It's almost like swallowing you up. Say that you throw away so many paper **** just now. Each? "

"Is that what you meant? I thought I jumped too badly, so they used it to hit me. I would have picked a few before I ran." Dior was joking with annoyance.

"It's not too late to go back now, I believe there will be an unforgettable memory."

"Forget it, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to run out again."

The two walked towards the parking place while talking about the experience just now. Such an accident happened unexpectedly, and naturally it is impossible to stay.

"Well, I haven't asked you yet. What dance did you just dance? Did you create it yourself? It feels very good."

"It ’s just a blind jump. If you want to ask for a name, I think‘ TortureDance ’(gangster shakes foreign names) is very suitable. I can teach you when I have time ...”

Just when the two were discussing gangsters with enthusiasm, one person smashed directly in front of them.

"Call me!"

Dior saw that 7, and 8 rushed out from a bar next to him, kicking and kicking around the drunk who fell to the ground, and kept swearing.

It seemed that the battered man had spent all the money in it, and then continued to drink and rob him without giving it to him, and then angered the barman in this bar.

Dior, with Kristin's no-nosy thoughts, bypassed these people and was about to leave.

But as soon as he looked away, a change in the beating of the man suddenly caught his attention.

Is it wrong or an illusion?

"Let's go."

"Wait a minute, the beaten person looks familiar, wait for me to determine if I know someone I know."

Dior said so, and Kristin naturally stopped urging, but it was strange to her that Dior did not go directly to confirm, but just stood by, watching the man without any fluctuations.

Did n’t you say it might be someone you know?

Kristin is a little bit confused, is he an enemy?

Just another minute later, under Dior's extremely focused observation, he finally determined that the scene he had seen before was not an illusion or a dazzle.

Some minor wounds caused by bumps on the man's hand were being healed rapidly, but they disappeared without notice, as if they had never appeared at all.

The ability to heal itself?

Dior became interested all of a sudden, but the man was beaten to cover his face with his arms so that he couldn't see what the man looked like.

At this time, he finally stopped to watch the excitement.

He walked over directly, without talking nonsense, and punched all the 7th and 8th beaters to the ground with one punch and then pulled the person up.

"Are you OK?"

The man seemed a little unsteady, Dior helped him, and the bad smell of wine drifted over.

When Dior saw the man clearly, he froze on the spot.

Although the clothes on his body seem to have not been washed for a long time, although his face is full of beards, he looks like a wild man.

But with this familiar look and the ability to heal himself, Dior was probably able to determine who he was.

It's just that Dior never thought that he would see this life in this way like a duckweed wandering homeless.

Is it a fate or a pure coincidence ~ ~ Diaw doesn't know.

"Is it someone you know? If so, take him and run away. Someone has already gone in to call someone." Christine pulled Dior anxiously. Just now Dior slammed a punch and knocked everyone down. Startled her!

She didn't know that Dior had such a fierce fight, but she couldn't fight it anymore.

Dior nodded, and now he was not in the mood to waste time on these little sister-in-laws, so he set up a vagrant and shouted for a drink and walked to the side.

But obviously the people inside let him go like this. The 7 or 8 thugs were easily turned over by one person. This is a shame to the mixed gang people. If they can't find the scene immediately, the first In the next day, someone dared to run into the ground and grab the ground!

"Stop it for me! Those who hit me still want to run?"

The more than 20 people ran out to surround Dior, and the leader who spoke was not a good thing at first glance. The lush chest hair with hot eyes was exposed, as if he was afraid that others would not see it.