Chapter 1520: ?Draw a smiley face
Not to mention the orangutans over there asking how many boxes of good wine they ordered at midnight. In short, after the skeletons and zombies on the battlefield went back underground, there were only a few monsters in the woods and a few pitiful dragons in the sky. .
Heihuo and Lingxing suddenly felt less pressure, and Deadpool had already put away his weapons and walked towards his cousin. The only unhappy person is probably only Hallie, the red barrel in her hand hanging down.
There are too few enemies and the game is not difficult enough, she thinks it is not fun.
"Finally, my muscles and muscles were flexed. After all, my cousin hired me, so I can't take the money for nothing, am I?" Deadpool twisted his hips and walked towards the death knell in a race-walking posture, turning his head towards the empty one. Local words: "But I still don’t like to deal with magic. The use of this energy doesn’t make sense at all. Huh? Who said I’m scared? I’m the protagonist, where’s the housekeeper? He’s sealed off. Wait a minute, he's swiping gifts, don't do it, wait for me to lick him..."
While talking, the two white eyes on the Deadpool's mask suddenly narrowed and the corners of his mouth were hooked.
Because he passed by the fallen witch boy.
clenched his fists on both sides of his waist. Wade, who was constantly twisting forward, stopped. He squatted down to observe the corpse on the ground, as if he was very interested in the blue man.
glanced a few times, then reached out and drew the other's hair, Wade sighed and shook his head.
"DC is darkness, such a small child has such a serious hair loss, it is really impossible to survive here without a brain."
But after all, he bit his tongue at the corner of his mouth, reached out and took out his pants pocket, took out a large brush, lifted his face mask and spit on the tip of the pen to let dry ink stains. Wet it again.
"Look at your remains so miserable, let me draw you a smiley face."
said, he took a big brush and leaned toward Wutong's face, and there was a jealous laugh in his mouth.
However, a blue hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, making it difficult for the brush to penetrate.
Wade looked at the corpse and grabbed his hand. He didn't panic. Instead, he grinned and used more effort. He insisted on writing and whispered, "My boy, you are a dead man, do you know acting? Cooperate, your lunch will be gone."
Wutong was speechless at this time. He expected that the death knell could guess his plan and cooperate with him. Therefore, he, a person who does not believe in God, called out the words of my lord before he did it. That was naturally a hint.
And he was originally 130 tall, with a bust of 77. After transforming into a sharp monster, he was four meters tall and had a bust of two meters. All these extra parts are naturally tentacles.
The death knell's chest-piercing sword didn't even touch his side. He clutched his chest and fell down, of course it was a planned suspended animation.
The people in Wuzhen will never come to the ground for the rest of their lives. They die outside as a holy warrior. They will not come to verify or send people to try to join the game. It just passed.
In this way, Wutong not only has filial piety and loyalty, but also does not have to do things that he does not like.
When the world is safe, he will go back to his hometown. He just finds an excuse to say that he is resurrected, and no one can say anything.
But the plan is very good, and the death knell also cooperated, but the young child did not expect that in addition to the black and yellow demon, the other party had a black and red demon.
Witch Tong was lying on the ground holding the cat, squinting his eyes to see the development of the situation secretly, Midnight Father surrendered as he expected, and Wu Tong was still proud.
Then I saw the weirdo pass by, and the guy squatted down and expressed some emotion.
At that time, Wutong kept complaining in his heart: ‘I’m so expressionless, you actually said I died terribly? And this hairstyle is not hair loss! This is the ‘St. Peter’s Hairstyle’, which represents poverty, purity, and obedience. Read me! ’
But at that time he still remembered his identity as a dead person, so he endured the stench motionlessly, letting Deadpool touch his head, pressing his nose like a button.
But I didn't expect that the other party would have to make an inch, and use spit to grind ink, and put something on my face? Are you a clown? Give people a smiley face?
In short, he saw Wade's rotting face in the second half of his squinted eyes, and he felt his stomach surge, relying on the wizard's extraordinary willpower to insist on not vomiting it. If such a disgusting stranger really puts the saliva on his face, it won't work if he doesn't vomit.
So the question is, if Circe in the sky finds that the ‘dead’ witch boy on the ground suddenly sits up and vomits, wouldn’t the previous scene be for nothing?
If the **** of Circe doesn't die here, she will definitely go to Wuzhen to instigate the masses. It will be difficult for Wutong himself to handle it. After all, suspended animation can only be used once, and it will be useless next time.
Fortunately, the stranger's body blocked the view from the sky, so Wutong made a decisive decision, released the cat's hand, and grabbed the other's hand with the pen.
The time limit for transforming into a sharp monster has not passed. Although his body has become smaller, his strength is still one-third of the monster level, and he can completely wrestle with the opponent.
However, he found that the other party had already known that he was pretending to be dead, and was deliberately disgusting him. Suddenly, a # sign appeared on Wu Tong's forehead, and it was consumed.
"Uh!" Wade added his other hand, shaking his hands and pressing down, because the force caused the speech to be intermittent: "Child, don't you want to have a charming, smile on your own photo?"
This kind of scene is often seen in movies, where the protagonist and the villain fall to the ground and fight. The villain wants to stab the protagonist in the face with a small dagger. The protagonist refuses to let it go, and then the two parties begin to tremble and wrestle with each other.
"Hmm! I don't want to, die!"
Wutong was also exerting force silently, trembling and answering in a low voice, he could not move too much, so as not to be discovered, and even magic could not be used, otherwise Circe would sense the magic wave.
"No, you are dead, it's!" Wade grinned, squatted up and pressed the brush down suddenly.
Lying down is not very hard, Wutong gritted his teeth and insisted: "No, I'm going to die, don't make trouble, go away!"
"West pinch!" Wade added strength.
"Elegant Butterfly!" Wu Tong resisted.
Wade suddenly looked at the camera again, with a very happy expression: "This is the first person I have encountered since I came to DC to be so smooth. He is still a child. I like him very much, but simply suspended animation is not enough. It must have the taste of black comedy."
"Who are you talking to? Mad?!" Wu Tong roared in a low voice.
"You don't understand, obediently let the uncle's'fairy stick' move on your face to make you beautiful, Jie Jie..." Deadpool turned his head and continued to face him, still making a gesture to sit down to the witch Going to the boy, he pressed down the brush called the fairy stick again.
Wutong retched, and when this weird moved a little bit, the smell on his body would spread out, almost like fermented cow dung.
"There is a kind of you don't take advantage of others, usually my fairy rod can pass all the holes in your body."
Clarion was talking about tentacle magic. He secretly kicked Deadpool with his feet, showing a completely uncooperative attitude.
So the two of them blushed ~www.NovelMTL.com~ They wrestled with the smallest possible movements while whispering. The slightly sticky brush tip was like a pointer on a balance between the two. , For a while towards Deadpool, and for another towards Wutong, moving back and forth slightly.
One wants to draw a smiley face, the other doesn't want to vomit, this is simply an irreconcilable contradiction!
Until more than ten seconds later, the death knell noticed the movement here, and flew over to replace Wade with a watercolor pen...
So Wutong ‘dead’, motionless, Wade used his cousin’s red watercolor pen to draw big smiling faces on the faces of the corpses of people and cats, which looked so miserable and sad in the moonlight.
Deadpool breathed a sigh of relief, swayed to his feet, wiped the sweat from his head: "Huh, Slade, look, his corpse is smiling, it turns out that blue and red match well, I and the clown Who is better at craft?"
Su Ming rolled his eyes, Deadpool was completely messing up, but fortunately Circe didn’t notice, he lowered his voice and asked:
"What the **** are you doing here?"
"Fuck." Wade replied decisively, and the corners of his mouth under the mask showed an arc: "I found your enemy. Although the witch has a pale face, black sewage in her eyes, her hair is like a poisonous snake, and she can spit a murderous beam, she is in good shape. Brother, I have a bold idea, I don’t know if it should be said..."
"Don't say it, think about the difference, don't make a big mistake."
After Su Ming finished speaking, he kicked the thinking sick Wade away and asked him to chat with Father Midnight over there.
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