The Death Knell

"Hahahahaha" Harley burst out laughing immediately, she didn't even know what to say.

She has seen all kinds of mental patients, even she herself has mental illness, but she has never seen anyone's will that can elevate the color video tape to the level of human civilization.

Diana on the side sighed, shook her head and walked a few steps away from Carol. She felt that just hearing her cousin speak would make people uncomfortable.

The sky of Sepurk is filled with planets of various distances, and colorful lights seem to be shining constantly, but the ghost universe is still a dark world, and black is the main theme here.

"Don't rush to sentence yourself to death. You already have a lot of cancers. A few more diseases are nothing. Please describe your illness first. Harley and Holloway happen to be in Sepulke. Let them give you a consultation.”

"Hehe, will the psychiatrist and cardiac surgeon consult together? I have never encountered this situation before." Harley wiped away the tears from laughter, rubbed her face hard, and stuck out her tongue: " But Wade, let’s talk, I’ll listen first, maybe I can make a diagnosis without the need for another doctor.”

After hearing her warm words, Deadpool was obviously a little moved. He took a deep breath, took the key back from his cousin, and put it back into his pants.

Take two steps slowly, then raise your head and inhale, relax yourself and adjust your mentality:

"I told you, be mentally prepared!"

"Tell me, I have received professional special military training, and I will never laugh under normal circumstances." Deathstroke nodded seriously, giving his cousin a reassurance that when someone feels helpless, his family is his last resort. .

It's just that this family didn't believe the cousin's lies at all.

"Give me a cigarette." Deadpool opened his mouth, but still didn't mention his illness, and went off track again. He always had endless nonsense to say.

The symbiote and the magic floating cloak were also eating melons at this time. In order to let him quickly tell what kind of internal disease he had, Strangler took out a cigarette from the host's pocket and stuffed it into Wade's mouth through the mask, while the cloak took out another cigarette from the host's pocket. He took out a lighter from his space bag and lit the bitch on fire.

Despite the mask, Deadpool seemed to be a different person when he took his first puff of cigarette. The two small white eyepieces also showed a lonely look, and Wong Kar Wai-style soundtrack sounded in everyone's ears.

It was a slow and melancholic melody that always sounded when no one was around.

As the music played, my cousin blew out a smoke ring. In the corner of the wall where the light and darkness were uncertain, he hid in the darkness and spoke:

"Due to the demands of my career, I have become accustomed to waiting. However, I have never experienced the heartache of waiting to die. In just one hour, I began to imagine that I was an ant, because ants can be ready at any time. Everyone may die. But I’m not an ant, so I can’t die anytime and anywhere.”

He seemed to be possessed by some actor. His tone, style, and smoking posture all seemed to take people back to a morning when the sun was not shining brightly.

"Stop, stop playing this arty thing. If the reality we live in is really a movie, it will definitely not be an arty movie."

Deathstroke has no petty bourgeois sentiments, let alone artistic appreciation. He directly interrupted Wade's performance, reached out to turn off his MP3, and said very ruthlessly:

"What kind of new problem do you have? Tell us and we will help you find a solution. Once you've dealt with it, you can follow me to kill people."

Wade was still a little unfinished after being interrupted, but he didn't want to be stabbed by the owl dagger. After a period of silence, he loudly spoke out about his latest condition:

"I pooped and split my forks!"

Shit splits!

Split!

Crossed!

He screamed so loudly that the echoes echoed through the metal buildings of Sepurk, and the sky and the earth seemed to turn shit yellow.

"puff!"

After hearing this clinical manifestation, Harley shook her head repeatedly, smiled and turned around to chat with Xiao Dai and the others. She also winked at the death knell and left a reminder:

"I've seen this kind of situation a lot in Gotham. It's not a terminal disease at all, but a joke."

"Why are they laughing?" Deadpool bit his lip, stamped his feet angrily, and complained to his cousin: "Your women are too dark. I am a cancer patient. Do you understand brain cancer? I won’t understand many of the jokes if you don’t explain them!”

But as for his cousin, he now relies on strangulation to control his facial muscles to avoid laughing.

Su Ming had seen through everything and didn't even bother to say any more nonsense. He just gestured to the adjutant to prepare for teleportation, and at the same time explained to his cousin:

"The moment you squatted in the pit, your brain cancer attacked, so you forgot to take off your 'T' pants. That was probably because you wore Xia Jia La by mistake this morning."

The new round of transmission arrived somewhere in space, relatively close to the edge of the universe, and you could even see some technology stations deployed by unknown forces in deep space.

If something like Deadpool happened to someone else, that person would undoubtedly be dead.

But he was different. With his thick skin, knowing that he was not terminally ill, he was only happy and didn't care about the way his family looked at him.

He sat at a corner of the cloak and spoke to the non-existent audience, mainly explaining his disgusting behavior just now:

"There really is no script. I'm not acting. I really thought I had a strange disease. The veterans in the live broadcast room are all my family members. If I lie to you, my whole family will die, okay?"

""

"Forget it, you are saying that I cursed you, so I'm going to curse you with my head? How about this? I'll let my cousin perform a talent for everyone, and then the matter will be evened, that's it."

What kind of talent can Deathstroke have? Killing people. This time he was originally planning to kill the dark elves, so he could kill two birds with one stone.

Su Ming was too lazy to pay attention to his cousin and just observed the target from a distance. However, Harley was very interested in Deadpool's mental illness and kept smiling as he watched him talking to himself.

"This golden country doesn't look like the place where the dark elves live. After all, the word darkness is in the name, and it's too bright to live here." Diana didn't care about Deadpool's performance. She just knelt on the flying carpet. Look forward and talk to the death knell next to you.

"It's not, but it's a gift."

Su Ming gently patted the front part of the cloak, signaling it to enter that country covertly:

"I asked the adjutant to send people to keep an eye on the Dark Elf fleet, and now they have indeed brought them to Havenheim. Now our remaining two groups of enemies have completed their rendezvous, which saves me a lot of trouble."