The Death Knell

Deadpool, who was bounced onto the table, subconsciously clamped his legs, showing his rejection of Star-Lord's proposal, because he could only blanch himself with his girlfriends, wife and cousin.

"Star-Lord is good, and everyone named Peter is a good person, but he and I are not close enough to have a physical relationship, you know."

Deadpool turned his head and spoke to a deserted place. He patiently explained his set of standards and explained in detail the meaning of the verb 'blanch', as if he was afraid that some viewers in the live broadcast room would not understand. .

His wedding venue was decorated like a circus style, with red and white fabrics everywhere, colorful lights being overused, and light pollution to an annoying level.

It is said to be classical music, but the music is more like children's songs echoing in the venue. The song mainly tells the story of a group of little ducks going down the river.

"What? No, I don't have that idea? Ugh..." Star-Lord retched, and he distanced himself from Deadpool, covering his chest and crotch: "Actually, that word Sometimes it is also used as a modal particle without any real meaning."

"Just think what you said is true." Deadpool nodded repeatedly, and a perfunctory smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask, the kind of expression of 'helping others down the steps', and said in a very motorcycle voice: "Then... First of all, I want to say hello to the mutants, not because I am barely half a mutant myself, but because I want to see Logan’s expression, hehe..."

After saying that, without waiting for Star-Lord's response, he ran away holding his butt, as if he was still wary of someone attacking him from behind.

And this made Peter feel even more disgusting. Although everyone usually went out to drink together or go to the game arcade, Star-Lord always vomited from the beginning, and gradually evolved to just retching now, which can be regarded as a lot of resistance.

But Deadpool's diaphragm is always hard to guard against.

"Huh~~~! Finally leaving." Seeing the mercenary in a suit and hood leaving, Rocket exhaled a big breath. It was hard to imagine that he could have such a large lung capacity for such a small person: "Today's Wei It smells so good and smells so bad, it’s like Babulumon’s excrement has been sprayed with perfume, I don’t dare to breathe at all!”

The so-called Baburus is a giant maggot that is found on many planets and lives by eating the excrement of other animals.

As Rocket opened his mouth for the first time, the sounds of everyone in the Guardians of the Galaxy exhaling could be heard all around. Otherwise, do you think they didn't speak just now? It's because they are holding their breath like diving.

"I am Groot~~~~"

The tree man didn't need to breathe, but he also made a loud gasping sound, and a look of relief appeared on his bark-like face.

Nebula's lungs had already been replaced by mechanical ones, but she couldn't hold her breath just now.

"Isn't it a little bad for us to be like this and that?" Mantis Girl exhaled. She lowered her head and played with her fingers on the table a little embarrassedly, and said tangledly: "I mean, we are here to participate in Deadpool's game. At the wedding, he entertained us, but we didn’t talk to him because of his smell…”

"Then why didn't you say it just now?" Gamora rolled her eyes. She blew out a long breath from her nostrils. The assassin was good at holding her breath: "If you do it, do it. Don't express regretful opinions afterwards. That will You look cowardly."

"Oh." Mantis shrank his neck, nodded weakly, and said nothing.

"The green-skinned girl is right. Huh, speaking of it, the difference between the two brothers is really big." Yondu also breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the back of the chair and touching his head: "There is no smell on Deathstroke, even It's not like a living person, but Deadpool is just the opposite, he doesn't have the type of odor that doesn't exist on him."

At this point, it was like a switch was triggered, and everyone retched, probably recalling something unpleasant.

However, Star-Lord soon discovered a way to resolve the embarrassment. He was the first to recover due to his high resistance, so he decided to change the topic so that everyone's thoughts were not focused on Deadpool. This is what a captain and gigolo should do. Things to do to boost morale.

So what’s the best way to change the topic?

This is a wedding, and everything is messy. I can’t count how many people there are. I just know that the huge round table is as far as the eye can see.

Running around is definitely not possible, because guys like Thanos are watching from a distance, and sometimes even meeting the eyes of certain powerful beings may be considered an offense.

So, for new topics, it’s best to choose what’s right in front of you. For example, what’s on the table?

The round table where the Guardians of the Galaxy are sitting is similar to other tables. They are all very large tables that should be able to seat thirty people and are still spacious. In the center of the table is a rotatable disk. On the disk is a very elegant dry landscape painting. .

There's nothing to say about this. Star-Lord doesn't understand anything related to art, or his artistic abilities are all focused on listening to music and dancing.

So what is next to the dry landscape decoration? The tobacco, alcohol and drinks, all bearing the trademark of Wilson Enterprises, were mediocre. Although the wine seemed to be quite old, the alien teammates obviously did not do any research on earthly drinks.

His eyes were rolling, and Peter Quill's brain speed was at its highest speed. When his eyes moved past the fruits and snacks, he landed on a large jar of colorful jelly beans...

The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

"Hey, everyone, look what I found?" He stood up and turned the disk, moved the candy jar in front of him, picked it up, and shook it to make a crisp sound: "A jar of Skittles, this is what I used to eat when I was a kid. A kind of snack that is rarely seen in recent years.”

"Candy? What do their different colors mean?"

Gamora, who also doesn’t want to mention Deadpool anymore, has shown a little interest in candy. Growing up on Thanos’ ship, she didn’t have a childhood at all, so maybe out of some kind of psychological self-compensation mechanism, she likes some small snacks or snacks. Childish things like toys.

"There's no difference, it's just that the color of the candy coating is different." Star-Lord smiled and reached into the jar to get some candy. The size of the jelly beans was different from what he remembered. The original Skittles were about the size of pills, but these are more like small ones. Number of cashew nuts.

But what does it matter? Maybe it's been updated.

He took out a green candy and put it in the palm of his hand. He showed it to his teammates. The jelly beans seemed to be covered with a layer of glaze and shone under the light. If there was a dubbing at this time, it should be "Blin Blin" 'of.

"Look, I'm going to show you a unique skill. When I slap the wrist of my left hand with my right hand, the jelly beans in my palm will rise three meters high, rotate 36,000 degrees in the air, and finally fall accurately into my mouth, look at me, look at me."

In order to show off his candy-eating skills in front of Gamora, he even rolled up his sleeves, looking like an expert.

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