The Death Knell

"It feels like I've gained a new ability, but it doesn't seem like I've gained a new ability?" Su Ming looked at the strangled bean sprouts that had thrown away the can, and touched its head: "The world of divine travel is really able to survive. Give it to me." Come up with a 'what if'?"

"Hey."

There was a little movement, and the symbiote said that it seemed like something was flowing into its body, but if you felt it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing. If you felt it again, it seemed that something was flowing into it.

According to the host’s words, this is indeed ‘what if’.

"Tsk, maybe I didn't drink enough." At this point, Su Ming gave the vending machine another kick, so another can of drink fell down. Although it was no longer cocoa, the grape juice looked good: "Here , have another can, and let’s see if we can induce qualitative change through energy change.”

"Hey."

Strangler thought this was a good idea. After all, the symbiote's food intake was almost unlimited. This plan of drinking it all the time might actually work.

Another can of drink was drank. Although the black bean sprouts that appeared from the strangulation were not large, their mouths could be opened very wide, and the drink was emptied in just one gulp.

"How is it? Do you feel it?" Su Ming immediately asked it how it felt.

"Hey."

If I insist on saying that I have feelings, it seems that I really do, but it seems to be just a little bit different.

"Then let's have another bottle." Deathstroke gave the machine another kick. The quality of this thing was quite good, and it spit out a bottle steadily every time.

So Strangler drank a third bottle of drink.

This time, there was no need for the host to ask it, and it conveyed a new feeling on its own, that is, it seemed to have arrived, but it had not arrived yet, and it felt as if it had lost its way in a key place.

".Come again." The speechless Death Knell kicked the vending machine again.

About three minutes later, the man's feet were piled with empty bottles and cans of various drinks. Strangler hiccupped a little from drinking, but it still didn't show any new abilities. It did ingest a lot of strange alien species. energy.

What can be seen so far is that drinks with different flavors contain different mysterious powers, but drinks of the same brand and taste contain the same energy regardless of whether they were produced on the same day or not.

Other than that, no more, it’s still the feeling of just missing the mark.

"It seems that it's not just about quantitative changes. We should still lack a jump in the level we are in." Su Ming touched the black bean sprouts, and the slippery feel was a bit cold: "As expected, things will not go particularly smoothly, forget it. , let’s continue with the side mission.”

"Ugh!" Hangsha let out a listless sound. He drank a lot of water and didn't eat anything dry. He was now a little wilted.

"Let's go to the fourth place, let's go to the court." Su Ming glanced at the empty vending machine again, then slowly took off: "I guess that place represents 'authority', and the life form inside may be called Else Vale or Samville?”

"Hey!" The host who strangled himself to congratulate himself would rush to answer.

With the existence of the symbiote, you really won't feel lonely anywhere. Although talking to it is almost like talking to yourself, at least it can relieve your boredom.

When it comes to Deadpool, Lucifer feels like a dog biting a hedgehog but unable to bite him.

He has already displayed his unparalleled charisma. Logically speaking, in Deadpool's eyes, it should be his favorite human appearance. Why isn't he moved at all?

You must know that even in the case of Deathstroke, Lucifer can occasionally see the surprise for him in that man's eyes, which shows that this ever-changing charm is effective.

Why doesn't it work on Deadpool?

Therefore, Deadpool was talking crazily along the way between the two of them, while Lucifer was relatively silent. He had been thinking about this matter. If this unsolved mystery was not solved, he felt that he would not be able to sleep well in the future.

In fact, when his strength reaches his level, he doesn't need to sleep, but every time Lucifer gathers people for an unobstructed conference, and the men and women who have played with him fall asleep in his arms very tiredly, he will feel particularly happy.

Because living things are most relaxed when they are asleep. If humans can fall asleep next to themselves, it means that they love themselves.

Even though he is proud, when he loves humans, he still hopes that humans will love him.

"Old fellows, look, we have once again left the scope of the super universe." On the level of huge translucent bubbles floating everywhere, Deadpool was still spitting in the direction of no one: "Continue When we come down, Lucifer and I will wait, predict where the CAAT will attack next, and then take the opportunity to mix my delicious flesh into its food, and then, hey hey hey!"

"." The non-existent audience seemed to say something.

"What is plagiarism? Yes, my cousin asked me to pretend to be him and was eaten by the old man God. Then we attacked him from both inside and outside and killed that guy. This is indeed a success story and it also gives me confidence in my current plan. .”

Wade stood in the void with a round fish tank on his head. He also habitually pulled out a piece of dead skin from his pants and waved it like a handkerchief:

"But I imitated the plan that my cousin used before. This is called tribute. Do you understand? We are all members of the Wilson family. Just like the people in the Burial Love family can use the Phoenix Dance for Nine Heavens as BGM to dance, the people in our family use What’s wrong with the same plan?”

This is the whole story of Deadpool's plan. What Jessica said is actually right. He just wants to bet that his immortality has a higher 'priority' than CAAT's unknown ability to make the multiverse disappear.

So I planned to let the other party eat me and show off my skills in the enemy's belly, if that guy had a belly.

According to theory, as a huge collection of concepts, the other party must have the concept of space in its body. Once the concept is there, the corresponding space will be generated. This is a natural evolutionary process like where there is water, there are fish.

"."

The reason given by the bitch was very good and powerful. Things turned around, but it seemed that another topic was brought up by the veteran in the live broadcast room, because the eyes behind Deadpool's eyepiece kept turning.

"Ah, I saw some old people talking about what Lucifer is thinking about now. He is also worried about his insomnia. So, this is the so-called eldest son of God? The answer to this is actually very simple. You should be able to think of it. , after watching my live broadcast for so long, you should know something about me, right? Gaga gah."

The grumbling Deadpool turned his head and glanced at Lucifer beside him, smiled crookedly, and then continued to say to no one:

"Because in my eyes, the most beautiful person in the world is myself. Little Fafa's ever-changing charisma is really amazing, but in my eyes, he is me. Looking at him is like looking in the mirror. No one will Are you going to be in love with yourself in the mirror? Well, except for the Qi Xia from Earth Minus 11, that guy who can orgasm just by looking at his own reflection in the water is a bit too perverted in the eyes of a pervert like me."