The Death Knell

After leaving the Holy Sanctuary in Antarctica, the Supreme Mage went to inspect the renovation project of Sepurk. On the one hand, he wanted to conduct experiments on almighty universe-level communication and transmission functions, and on the other hand, he needed to carry out some beautification work.

This planet made by Darkseid is dark and made of metal everywhere. Su Ming plans to beautify it a little, such as covering the artificial celestial body with a layer of soil without affecting its function. , so that you can grow some plants or something.

The tall buildings were also painted with some paint to make them look more like human structures. Now at a quick glance, I thought it was McGeeken's Black Stone Castle.

After all, Su Ming's subordinates are not only lichs. Those who are accustomed to living in tombs may not have any need for the environment, but others, as humans, still have the attribute of 'emotions'.

If you often live on a metal planet and face the stagnant scenery in the ghost universe, you will hear the song of tears behind bars in your ears, right?

The core of the spider web, the master weaver has now moved here with several 'totems'. When Spider-Man from other worlds comes, it will look dark at Deathstroke's base. How shameless.

Darkseid and the others left one after another after the death of Peppertua. The cosmic tyrant wanted to rebuild his Apokolips, and the three monitor brothers each had their own plans. After their mother was killed by Deathstroke, many powers It all fell on them.

Su Ming once told them that the matter was not over yet. The messenger from the Court of Origin could not tell when he would arrive and try to restart the multiverse. Everyone must be prepared.

After talking about things with Brainiac 21 and wandering around a few planets, he returned to Earth 40K to play with Daisy, who had been separated for several weeks.

These days, she has traveled to various observatories to obtain necessary data and pictures, and now she should be working on a paper on Triton.

"Hi, welcome to the 'Biggest Cake' shop. What would you like? I recommend our signature product, plump milk cake."

Walking on the footpath facing the street, with traffic flowing behind her, Caroline enthusiastically greeted the one-eyed man who stopped in front of her at the sales window.

Su Ming sniffed, and the sweet and warm butter smell overflowed from the small shop, giving people a dreamlike feeling of happiness, but he was not here to buy cakes:

"I'm Daisy's friend and I came to see her for something."

Caroline squinted her eyes and instantly glanced at the clothes and accessories on Deathstroke. Although these clothes had no brand, she could tell just by looking at the fabric and stitching that they were ultra-high-end private customs. A watch cost more than hundreds of thousands of dollars. .

The new friends around her and Daisy were all captured by Su Ming from another world, and their memories were modified, but the fact that Golden Retriever Caroline was a bankrupt lady remained unchanged, and she still had good eyesight.

"You're lying. We are so poor that we have holes in our socks. We are going to test drugs for pharmaceutical companies to make money. If she got involved with a wealthy person like you, she wouldn't have eaten the expired potato chips I hid last night. .”

The golden retriever expressed alertness. She discovered the blind spot and her eyesight became sharp!

"Cosmo was given to her by me. I'm her friend from 'that side'." On the crowded street, Su Ming lowered his voice and hinted that he was the kind of person with super powers, from 'that side'. It means that they are not on the same level as ordinary people.

Daisy did not avoid her best friend when she first picked up Mjolnir. Not long ago, she brought the big dog home to the apartment she and Caroline rented together. The dog must have used psychic abilities to communicate with her roommates.

So the golden retriever girl should be able to understand what Deathstroke said, right?

"So that's it. I understand. I'm her best friend Caroline. Just wait a moment and I'll call her." Caroline showed a very understanding smile as expected. She looked at Deathstroke's face seriously: "You're quite handsome and have nice muscles, cough."

After speaking, she smiled dignifiedly, turned around with a graceful attitude, walked to the wall and pushed open the warehouse door.

To put it bluntly, the warehouse is a small cubicle where their shop stores flour and other cake ingredients. Because it is a little quieter here and Daisy wants to help look after the shop, she simply writes her thesis on the flour bags here.

Caroline, who originally looked like a young lady, became like a thief after entering the door. Not only did her demeanor turn into a bitch, but her back also hunched, and her eyes were as bright as light bulbs in the dark. Baguazhiguang's two little hands were rubbing their hands on the apron, and a strange laugh came from his mouth.

"Hey hey hey"

Daisy, who was concentrating on typing on her laptop, heard the oozing laughter and almost touched the hammer beside her. She looked back and said angrily:

"Why did you come in again? I really have to finish writing this thing quickly. You come in and stroll around every five minutes. I can't think at all." Daisy turned around helplessly, holding her chin with her little hand. He rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me, which kind of powder is used up this time? Or do I need to get a new piping bag?"

"Hehe, you're still pretending to be with me." Caroline smiled strangely and hugged Daisy, put her head on her shoulder, and started to caress her with both hands: "When did you meet the handsome guy**? You don't even follow me. I said, are you afraid that I will snatch it from you? Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of Bichi who sleeps with her best friend’s man.”

Daisy turned into a black question mark face, and kept twisting her body to get out of the clutches of her best friend: "Huh? I'm busy and poor, how can I have time to date a man? What are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with being poor? You are a woman who owns a mine, so be more confident."

Caroline smiled and twisted her mouth, looking at the deep ravine on Daisy's chest with deep eyes, but the deep canyon suddenly made her afraid of heights, and she felt dizzy for a while, so she quickly looked away and leaned on her On the flour bag beside him, he gasped for air:

"Huh, just admit it. There is no shame in satisfying your own desires. Didn't you catch me using the shower head in massage mode in the bathroom last time? Anyway, look at me, how calm I am."

"If I really had a man, I wouldn't hide it from you, but I still don't understand what you are talking about."

Daisy thought her golden retriever roommate was sick again. She turned around speechlessly and faced the computer again, looking at the flashing cursor to find the next paper idea.

"Hmph! He even admitted that he is your friend in 'that aspect'!" Caroline put her hands on her hips, raised her chin proudly, and said her famous reasoning: "When he said 'that aspect', he deliberately He lowered his voice and winked at me, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"No, it's probably some perverted stalker. If you can't get rid of him, call the police. I won't hit ordinary people with a hammer."

Daisy waved her hands as if to shoo away flies, and mouthed "go, go".

Caroline was very helpless when facing Daisy who refused to acknowledge her. She rushed forward and hung on the girl's back:

"But he said that Cosmo was given to you by him. We have had that dog for almost a month, how can we still get some time off? Does anyone outside know the name of the dog?"

"Is it him? It's not what you think, but it doesn't matter. Give me your mirror and lipstick. Where's the concealer? I've had a few pimples these days."

Daisy was happy at first, and then panicked. She tugged at her clothes with both hands, and as if she had thought of something, she started to look through the bag that Caroline had put aside.

The golden retriever roommate crossed his arms proudly, enjoying the pleasure brought by the successful reasoning: "In the second mezzanine, don't tear the second-hand high-imitation smuggling bag I bought for three dollars. Just be tough. But I’ve seen through it all!”