Knights Don’t Need a Youth Love Story

To be honest, An Yi Lun himself was a little desperate.

"What should I do."

The people around looked at An Yi Lun and stopped paying attention to him.

As the end of the semester is approaching, everyone is very busy.

No one wants to spend their time on other people.

Even students who usually like to play have increased their study time.

At night, there is a real party going on in a bar.

Young men and women rocked their bodies on the dance floor.

And in the corner of the bar, one was dressed in black and red. . .

Well, Deadpool is embracing the two beauties.

"Oh! I absolutely love this place!"

Deadpool felt that this world must be his own personal film special.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain the fact that he found a box of cash as soon as he came!

Originally, I still had a headache about going to the bar to spend, but all the problems were solved after picking up the box of money.

Deadpool doesn't have the slightest psychological pressure to spend the money he finds.

No normal person would put money in a box.

It must be some gangsters who engage in shady transactions, and I also eliminated harm for the people.

After finding a reason for himself, Deadpool continued to admire the young beauties on the dance floor with Erlang's legs crossed.

To be fair, this place is much more comfortable than his original world.

There are no mutants with all kinds of abilities, no super boy groups, and no special forces that feel very good about themselves.

The last time he passed by the Super Boys, he smeared some lube on the head of a certain black marinated egg.

"Why are you wearing this tights?"

"Because this can show my beautiful lines well."

I have to say, aside from that face, Deadpool's figure is really good.

The name of the coat rack that can be carried completely after putting on the hood.

As for why he speaks Japanese?

Do not ask.

Asking is self-taught by watching movies.

"You talk so cute."

"No no no, handsome Mr. Wade has nothing to do with the word cute."

Maybe it's because there are some small problems with the channels of learning.

So Deadpool's Japanese is a little weird.

For example, there are often some female words or meaningless modal particles.

The so-called cute is just a more subtle statement.

But Deadpool doesn't care about that.

He just wants to be happy.

He took out a handful of banknotes from behind his **** and stuffed it into the arms of the two girls. Deadpool continued to whistle to the beauties on the dance floor.

Although the place where they took them out was a bit strange, the two girls still accepted the banknotes very simply.

The smile on his face became more sincere.

In the center of the dance floor, a circle of ripples that could not be captured by the naked eye quietly swayed.

A box about half a person's height with a strange pattern carved on it fell out of it.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, as if there was something heavy inside.

Most people on the dance floor didn't care about the place, although people around noticed.

"what is this?"

A few men with blurred eyes leaned forward curiously to observe the box.

In the corner of the bar, Deadpool, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly straightened up.

The box gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Recalling the foreword, the world doesn't seem to be so friendly."

With his right hand lightly on the long knife behind his back, Deadpool recalled in his mind the special box he had seen.

Before he could figure out which crew the box belonged to, the mutation happened.

Several human arms stretched out from the hollow patterns on the box, and they also held several strange weapons in their hands.

A few men who were curiously watching around were brought into the attack range almost instantly.

Outside the bar, task force soldiers in combat uniforms slowly surrounded the bar.

At this point, the monsters and special attacks that Deadpool once thought would not appear have appeared.

Chapter 237 The sense of security brought by Deadpool (disorder)

Deadpool, a superhero who is not a superhero.

I say that because this guy always insists he's a superhero too, and a very handsome, very strong superhero.

Just looking at the settings, this guy has a lot of similarities with Marvel's popular Spider-Man.

For example, their uniforms are red-dominated tights.

For example, they are all talkers.

For example, they are all models of poor people relying on mutation.

For example, the first half of the first sentence of the two people's beliefs is the same.

It's just that Spider-Man believes that 'with great power comes great responsibility. ’

And Deadpool uses actions to prove what it means to be 'the greater the ability, the more fun it is to play. ’

"Okay ladies, stand behind me now."

Pulling out the two long knives on his back, Deadpool said in a low voice.

The cold and cold blade made the two girls realize that this was not a prop for cosplay.

This guy is not a mental patient who ran out of some mental hospital.

Well, in some ways it's not a problem.

The box in the middle of the dance floor slashed down a group of people with a weapon in its hand and temporarily stopped its attack.

Pale inhuman arms grabbed a limp man on the ground.

After twisting his neck, he took the initiative to put it on the man's back.

"Human body."

After a few seconds, the man who should have died suddenly raised his head.

The pupils were full of violence.

"I haven't used this kind of high-end stuff before."

For this box family, the human body is considered a high-end product that is more in line with their family's aesthetics.

He, who originally lived at the bottom of the ethnic group, was not qualified to enjoy such high-end goods.

"Hey hey hey! That guy over there with the coffin board."

"Your opponent is here."

Taking elegant steps, Deadpool gradually approached the Box Clan.

The two long knives in his hand pulled out a beautiful knife flower.

At this time, Dead Servant exuded an indescribable sense of oppression.

Just like the battle-hardened special forces in the TV series, the generous back gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

"Hooho, instead of running away, did you choose to approach?"

With an interested smile, the Box Clan's arm that had been retracted from the box stretched out again.

"bring it on."

The long knife in his hand was aimed at the Box Clan, and Deadpool rushed out.

A second later—

"Bang!"

"Crash."

"MotherFXXK!!"

The knocked-off Deadpool hung on the wall for two seconds before falling to the ground.

The long knife he was holding in his hand was stuck in his butt.

"This is not scientific! Why is this man stronger than me!"

Struggling to pull out the long knife on his butt, Deadpool said in disbelief.

Deadpool noticed the moment the weapon collided, this guy's strength is outrageous.

"Oh, I have to reward myself tonight to soothe my wounded young heart."

Looking at the long knife stained with blood on his butt, Deadpool's expression was a bit complicated.

"I used to trust you so much, but I didn't expect you to..."

"Oh!"

Covering his face, Deadpool seemed to be sobbing in a low voice.

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"You will no longer be my favorite knife in the future."

The people around, including the Box Clan, slowly put a question mark.

Girl: Just now I was counting on this thing to protect my safety?

Box Clan: What did I just hit?

Obviously, the so-called sense of security in Deadpool is false.

"I'm going to fire up all the energy next!"

After that, Deadpool rushed up again waving the weapon in his hand.

And this time, the two girls quietly left while Deadpool and the Box Clan were entangled.

For a while, there was only the clanging sound of iron hammering on the dance floor.

The cold light brought by the blade and the sparks that exploded when the weapon was connected continued to light up on the dance floor along with the rhythm of the music.

"laugh--"

Deadpool's feet, who were pushed away, made long marks on the ground.

On the surface, Deadpool is staring at the enemy in full force.

But in fact. . . .

'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! ! ! ! ' (Groundhog screams)