The Death Knell

After waiting for a while, Harley came back with Gwen and came to the bridge outside the main city to meet everyone.

The two of them were swaying as they walked, looking like they had drunk too much. They were holding hands and seemed to have become good sisters in a short time.

Harley does have this ability. She is particularly good at dealing with others, which even Su Ming cannot compare to.

"Oh, this is such a nice place. It's more fun than Little Mary, because there are a lot of people and there are a lot of funny things, hehe." Harley held Gwen's hand in one hand and held a small wine barrel in her other hand. It is also hung with various local products, such as cloth bags filled with preserved fruits and cheese.

I don’t know where she went to play before and how she got these things, but she is happy.

"You didn't drink too much, did you? There are dark elves and Havenheim to deal with next." Su Ming touched her forehead and wiped away the fine beads of sweat: "The spicy chicken shreds are not worth mentioning, but the Queen of Angels has two I might need your help with the brush."

"I'm going to talk about you now. Your question is very unprofessional." Harley smiled and pushed Gwen to Carol for support, while she leaned against Su Ming's chest and hugged him. One arm: "Have you ever seen a drunk psychopath? Dear Honey, please recall, is there such a person?"

While she was talking, she was grabbing her hair and scratching the man's nostrils, laughing constantly.

But what she said does make sense. People tend to become drunken and crazy when they drink too much, but mental illness is inherently crazy.

Especially the talents in Gotham have been receiving Arkham's 'cocktail' therapy for a long time, making them basically resistant to all psychotropic drugs, let alone alcohol.

Batman won't get drunk, Harley won't get drunk, and basically all the famous characters in the city won't get drunk, because they're already crazy and look like they've had too much to drink every moment.

"You are really a clever little girl." Su Ming raised his hand and scratched her nose, then looked at Waiter Gwen who was still spitting bubbles on the side: "But our Miss Poole seems to be too drunk, so we have to find someone else temporarily. To perfect the tactics.”

"I'm not drunk! Hiccup!" Waiter Gwen retorted with her eyes closed. She couldn't open them, otherwise she would only see the sky spinning.

Mead can be seen everywhere in Alfheim, in streams, mountain springs, and even when some vines are torn off, the wine flows out.

It tastes sweet and fragrant, but who would have thought it would have such great stamina? So much so that when she and Harley were playing with goblins in the woods, Gwen, who was drunk, completely lost her memory and had no memory for a long time.

"In the country of Alfheim, or rather on the planet, all mead flows underground. Ordinary mead is indeed not high in alcohol content, but what you are drinking may be wine that has been stored underground for millions of years, so you It’s better to rest and have a good sleep.”

Su Ming nodded towards the adjutant's projection floating beside him, indicating that the girl would be placed in the room where Sepurk was resting, and that the team would bring in someone who also had cheats.

Wanda has emerged from her cocoon and has now become a new dimensional demon, but she is now busy bringing order to the earth and turning the residents who have turned into bad guys back into shape.

And Polaris, who was with her, filled the separated New York back into the original hole, repairing the city.

"Send him a team invitation, hoo!" Su Ming took one last look at the huge Flower King City, was silent for a few seconds, and then said a person whose name cannot be mentioned: "Get us back to the game first. Pulke, meet there and assess the situation."

As another teleportation started, the surrounding red flowers and green grass instantly turned into a dark building complex. Most of the buildings on Sepurk are deformable, but for a pragmatist like the adjutant, the design is The matchbox shape is the most computationally efficient structure.

Deadpool was also brought back from the Blood-Searching Ice City. He was the one Su Ming was talking about. After all, the plot continuity gem limit was very high, so he could be prepared with his cousin.

But now Wade is not happy at all. Even when he knows that there is another job in front of him and another salary, he is still sighing.

The bitch in red and black tights leaned against a nearby building, dipped her fingers in saliva and drew circles on the wall, looked at her cousin, then at herself, and then continued to sigh.

"Alas"

Feeling a little strange, Deathstroke looked at the adjutant, and the adjutant said that he didn't know why Deadpool was depressed. When they separated in the blood-seeking ice city, he was obviously fine.

Unless the God Eater did something to him, or he did something to the God Eater.

Watching the servitors pick up Gwen on a stretcher, Deathstroke approached his cousin, took out a hundred-dollar bill, waved it in front of the bitch, and played a double act with the green Franklin on the paper:

"What's wrong, brother, did you let someone cook it?"

Deadpool raised his head, stopped drawing circles, first glanced in the direction of no one, and then looked at his cousin:

"Oh, I'm going to die. Oh, I'm going to die just after getting married. Why is God so unfair to me? I hate it so much! But when I think about it, even if I hate it again, there's nothing I can do to God, so I don't hate it anymore, it's just a bit Melancholy, I’m going to die.”

After hearing this statement, Su Ming became interested. He hugged Ha Li in his arms and found that she also looked curious.

As we all know, Deadpool has almost the top level of immortality in the Marvel universe, and probably only Dracula and a few others can compare with him.

An immortal freak said he was going to die. Why?

The matter seems really serious. Wade doesn't even bother to take the US dollars in front of him now, looking like he is more sad than heartbroken.

This caused the good cousin to also ask curiously: "Don't say this at the beginning. There is no cause and effect. Who can understand it? First, tell me why you judged that you are about to die? Did death say something? Or did you What else is whispering in your head?"

The Pipi mercenary's fingers paused, and his fingertips slid down the wall feebly. The spiral circle drawn on the wall was immediately drawn into a lollipop shape by him, and the two small white eyes on his mask were slightly He replied moistly and with a cry:

"Because I have a strange disease, a terminal disease, the kind of disease that has no cure. I went to a doctor to see me not long ago, and he said he had never seen such a disease before, eh!"

"You should know that I asked the orcs to pretend to be the doctors in Xuexue Ice City, right?" Su Ming looked at the bitch with a look of 'are you kidding me', and even started to laugh: "You asked them to see a doctor , are you serious? How about I introduce you to a veterinarian."

"Does that matter? I am the one who is sick. Does it make any difference which doctor I see?"

Wade stamped his feet anxiously. He suddenly felt that his life was very limited and he couldn't tell how much time he would have. He could only quickly tell his will, took out a small key from his crotch and slapped it into his cousin's hand:

"Here, this is the key to my locker at the Central Subway Station. If I die, you go and open this locker, inherit my legacy and let them be passed down forever, so that I can die in peace."

"What baby? You even used the word "Catching Fire"." Harley blinked curiously, looked at Deadpool with a smile and said, "You have to know that this word is mostly used to describe something. "Spiritual" or "ism" is not appropriate when used on physical objects."

Poor Wade just smiled miserably. He shook his head slowly, but his voice became excited:

"You women won't understand. There are all kinds of special A-videos that I have collected since I was a child. Many of them are out of print. If I don't leave these spiritual food to the future of the earth, then I will be a complete loser. Sinners of mankind!”