Not to mention that the orangutan over there asked for many crates of good wine at midnight, in short, after the skeletons and zombies on the battlefield went back to the underground, there were only a few scattered monsters in the woods and a few wyverns in the sky that looked very pitiful.Blackfire and Lingxing suddenly felt a little lighter, and Deadpool had already put away his weapons and walked to his cousin, the only one who was unhappy was probably Harley, the red barrel of the gun in her hand hanging down.There are too few enemies, the game is not difficult enough, and she doesn't think it's fun."
Finally moved my muscles, after all, my cousin hired me, and I can't take the money for nothing, can I?"
Deadpool twisted his ass towards Deathstroke in a race-walking posture as he turned his head towards the empty area and spoke, "But I still don't like to deal with magic, and this kind of energy doesn't make sense at all."
Well?
Who said I was scared?
I'm the protagonist, what about the house manager?
Seal the sunspot for me, wait a minute, he'll brush the gift, don't do it, wait for me to lick him" As he spoke, the two white eyes on Deadpool's mask suddenly narrowed into a slit, and the corners of his mouth were hooked.Because he passed by the witch boy who had fallen to the ground.With his hands clenched into fists at the sides of his waist, Wade paused, squatting down to observe the corpse on the ground, as if he was very interested in the blue-skinned man.After a few glances and another stretch of his hand to pull the other party's hair, Wade sighed and shook his head."
DC is the dark, such a young child has such a serious hair loss, and he really can't survive here without a brain."
But after all, he bit his tongue at the corner of his mouth, reached into his trouser pocket, took out a large brush, lifted his mask and spat on the tip of the pen, re-wetting the dry ink stains."
Seeing that your remains are so miserable, I'll draw you a smile."
As he spoke, he took a big brush and threw it into the witch boy's face, and a strange laugh came out of his mouth.However, a blue hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, making it difficult for the brush to enter.Wade didn't panic when he looked at the corpse and grabbed his hand, but grinned and used more strength, and he had to put pen to paper, and whispered: "Little friend, you are a dead man, do you know how to act?"
If you don't cooperate, your lunch box will be gone. ”Wu Tong was speechless at this time, he expected that Deathstroke would be able to guess his plan and cooperate, so he, a person who did not believe in God at all, shouted for my lord before he started, which was naturally a hint.And he was originally 130 tall and had a chest circumference of 77, and after transforming into a Herui monster, he was four meters tall and had a chest circumference of two meters.Knell's chest-piercing sword didn't even touch his side, he clutched his chest and fell, of course, it was a planned fake death.The people of Wuzhen will never go up to the ground for the rest of their lives, and they will die outside as holy warriors, they will not come to ask for verification, and they will not send people to try to join the game again, and the matter will be over.In this way, Wu Tong is full of filial piety and loyalty, and he doesn't have to do things he doesn't like, how good.When the world is safe, he will go back to his hometown, and make an excuse to say that he is resurrected, and no one will be able to say anything at that time.But the plan was very good, and Deathstroke also cooperated, but the young child didn't expect that in addition to the black and yellow demons, there was also a black and red demon on the other side.The witch boy kept lying on the ground with the cat in his arms, squinting his eyes and secretly watching the situation develop, and Midnight Daddy surrendered as he expected, and the witch boy was proud.Then I saw the strange man walking by, and the thing squatted down and expressed some emotion.At that time, Wu Tong kept complaining in his heart: 'I am obviously expressionless, and you actually say that I died miserably?'
And this hairstyle is not hair loss!
This is the 'St.
Peter's hairstyle', which represents poverty, purity, and obedience, and give me a book!
’However, he remembered who he was a dead man at that time, so he held back the stench and allowed Deadpool to touch his head and press his nose like a button.But I didn't expect the other party to have to inch in, and he had to use spit to grind ink and paint something on his face?
Are you a clown?
Still painting people with smiley faces?
In short, he saw Wade's lower half of his rotten face from the afterglow of his squinted eyes, and he immediately felt his stomach churning, and it was with the mage's extraordinary willpower that he insisted on not throwing it out.If you really get spit on your face by such a disgusting weirdo, you won't be able to vomit at that time.So the question is, if the heavenly Cersie finds that the 'dead' witch boy on the ground suddenly sits up and vomits, won't the previous play be in vain?
If Cersie Bichi hadn't died here, he would definitely go to Wuzhen to incite the masses again, and then it would be difficult for Wu Tong to do it himself, after all, fake death can only be used once, and it will be useless next time.Fortunately, the stranger's body blocked the view in the sky, so Wu Tong immediately made a decision, let go of the hand holding the cat, and grabbed the other party's hand holding the pen.The time limit for transforming into a Herui monster has not yet passed, and although his body has become smaller, his strength is still one-third of the monster level, and he can wrestle with the other party.However, he found that the other party had long known that he was pretending to be dead, and he was deliberately disgusting him, and suddenly a number popped up on the door of Wu Tong's head, and it was consumed."
Ugh!"
Wade added his other hand as well, and pressed down with trembling hands, because of the force that caused his speech to be intermittent: "Child, don't you want to have a charming smile on your posthumous photo?"
”This kind of scene is often seen in movies, that is, the protagonist and the villain fall to the ground and fight, the villain wants to stab the protagonist in the face with a small dagger, the protagonist refuses to let it, and then the two sides begin to tremble and wrestle with each other."
Hmm!
I, don't want to, die!
”Wu Tong was also silently exerting his strength, trembling and whispering, he couldn't move too much, lest he be discovered, and he couldn't even use magic, otherwise Cersie would sense magic fluctuations."
No, you, dead!"
Wade grinned, half-crouched up and pressed the brush down sharply.It's not easy to exert strength while lying down, Wu Tong gritted his teeth and insisted: "No, I'll fake my death, don't, make trouble, go away!"
”"West pinch!"
Wadegali."
Ya Butterfly!"
The witch boy rebelled.Wade suddenly looked at the camera again, looking very happy: "This is the first person I have met since I came to DC to pick up the stalk so smoothly, he is still a child, I like him very much, but simple fake death is not enough, it must have the flavor of a black comedy." ”"Who are you talking to?
Neurotic?!
”The witch boy roared quietly."
You don't understand, just let the uncle's 'fairy stick' move around your face and make you beautiful, Deadpool turned his head to continue to face him, and made a gesture to straddle the witch boy, and the brush called the fairy stick in his hand was pressed down again.Wu Tong retched, and as soon as this strange man moved a little, the smell on his body would spread out, almost like fermented cow dung."
There's a kind of don't take advantage of others, usually my fairy stick can open all the holes in your body."
Clarion speaks of tentacle magic, of course, and stealthily begins to kick Deadpool with his foot, showing a completely uncooperative attitude.So both of them blushed, and wrestled with the smallest movement in their whispers, and the slightly slimy tip of the brush was like the pointer of the balance between the two, one would be biased towards Deadpool, the other would be biased towards the witch boy, moving back and forth slightly.One wants to paint a smiley face, the other doesn't want to vomit, it's simply an irreconcilable contradiction!
It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Deathstroke noticed the movement here, flew over and changed a watercolor pen for Wade, so the witch boy 'died', motionless, Wade used his cousin's red watercolor pen to paint a big smile on the face of the corpse of the person and the cat, which looked so miserable and sad in the moonlight.Deadpool let out a sigh of relief, staggered to his feet, and wiped the sweat from his head: "Whew, Slade, look, his corpse smiled, sure enough, blue and red match very well, who is better than me or the clown?"
”Su Ming rolled his eyes, Deadpool was completely making trouble, but fortunately Cersie didn't notice it, he lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing here?"
”"."
Wade replied decisively, and the corners of his mouth under the mask showed a curvature: "I found that your enemy, although the witch has a pale face, black sewage eyes, hair like a poisonous snake, and can spit out a murderous beam, she is in good shape.Brother, I have a bold idea, I don't know if to say it" "Don't say it, think about the difference between G13 and NC17, don't make a big mistake. ”After Su Ming finished speaking, he kicked Wade away with the sick man he was thinking about, and asked him to chat with the midnight daddy over there.