Deadpool and Bobo looked at each other in silence. The small eyes on the red and black masks blinked rapidly. They looked at each other for only a short moment, but they were more powerful than countless others in the world.
Wade threw away the monkey hair and said speechlessly: "You're lucky, I'm an animal protectionist now, and I have to fight for a PG13 movie rating. Otherwise, you are such a naughty monkey, I will definitely pluck all your hair, and then
Make it into a wig."
"I'm an orangutan, you can't insult me by calling me monkey." Bobo hugged Deathstroke's thigh and said righteously: "If I call you monkey, will you be happy?"
"That's it..." Deadpool tilted his head and thought for a moment, as if recalling something: "Indeed, it's my fault to say so. I'll introduce you to a few female orangutans next time.
I heard from audience members that you like beautiful women the most."
"What kind of audience?! Are there no normal people in this world?! Ah!!!"
Bobo covered his head and turned around to run away, jumped on the cloak floating aside, and lay still as if to avoid an air attack.
"Stop talking nonsense and use your MP3. Aren't you just waiting for what I say?" Su Ming covered his face and rubbed his nose vigorously. He felt that his patience was declining.
How about finding Deadpool and not even getting rid of the ghost? I'm already going crazy.
"Hey, I'll use it then."
Just like what Su Ming said, Deadpool has been waiting for this sentence. In the past, his cousin would not let him use the mp3 player and yelled at him loudly. It was so aggrieved.
This time is different. Mercenaries should be so professional when they act according to orders.
His little hand took out the MP3 player from his trouser pocket, opened it and put it on his belt. The prelude of "Take me home, country roads" slowly sounded in the environment surrounded by green light.
Wade cleared his throat, took off his hood, and watched the ghost's emotions brewing affectionately.
Wink, blow a kiss, start singing.
“It’s heaven~~~West Virginia.”
"vomit......"
Just the first line of the lyrics at the beginning made him retching as he stared at Deadpool trying to observe his ghost. The cuckold god wanted to turn his head away, but the disgusting sound penetrated his ears, and from then on
The inside of his brain grabbed hold of his two eyeballs, making it impossible for him to dodge.
"Blue Ridge Mountains? Shenandoah River."
Deadpool is singing and dancing, with what he considers to be a 'charming smile' on his face, walking towards the ghost step by step to the beat, just like walking on a country road home.
His special combat boots rub against the ground? Rubbing, like the devil's steps.
Su Ming turned Officer Corrigan's face towards him and said seriously: "Close your eyes and don't look, cover your ears and don't listen. This country road will not take you home. It will only take you to the happy home on the other side of the great shore."
'."
The police detective gave a bitter smile, and even the cigarette in his mouth was frightened. He covered his ears, but he could still feel a vile energy spreading around him. What was surging in his empty stomach? A burst of sour gas.
Up the esophagus.
He followed the advice of the death knell and squatted down with his head in his hands: "This is simply "Slaughtering Village Road". How could someone sing so unpleasantly?"
"My cousin has lung cancer, throat cancer, tracheal cancer? Oral cancer, nasal cavity cancer? The entire vocal channel is like a moldy sewer pipe. Do you think he can sing well?" Su Ming sighed? Let Strangler use his tentacles to wave.
Both Bo and Detective's ears were blocked, and they said sadly: "I didn't let him play music in the past? I was just afraid that he would get excited and start talking..."
"Ancient life? Older than the trees."
Wade didn't think there was anything wrong with his singing, let alone any flaws in his performance. His rotten lips twisted like fat maggots, and his tongue full of ulcers pushed out a piece of sticky phlegm and spit it to the side.
.
"Ho, bah! Younger than the mountains, growing slowly like the gentle wind."
He was very sharp-tongued, and even making small moves did not prevent him from launching a wink at the ghost at the same time, and making a heart sign with his hands in front of his chest.
On the other hand, the cuckold was still fighting against the "possibly disgusting concept", so his whole body froze in mid-air, and he slowly landed to the ground with the music.
The monsters that were affected by the emotion of revenge were also out of the control of the ghost at this time. Faced with this terrifying aura, they kept vomiting and scattered like birds and beasts.
The monsters all vomited after seeing Deadpool's face. The things they vomited formed yellow-green fountains. After they fell to the ground, they formed small rivers, triggering a chain reaction. Donna, who was fighting them, was
The group saw and smelled.
So, except for Harley, everyone who participated in the battle vomited.
We can't say whether Harley's situation is normal, because not only did she not feel sick, but she also looked happy. As she walked back to the death knell, she tapped her cousin gently with both hands.
Encouraged, Deadpool became even more energetic and performed harder and harder. He began to dance around the ghost, using him as a steel pipe, lifting his thighs to rub against the opponent's legs.
Rub, rub, rub to bring out sparks and sexiness.
"Giggle...your cousin is really interesting." Harley also smiled and hugged Deathstroke's arm and rubbed his face: "Maybe you should send him to participate in America's Got Talent? By then, if everyone watching TV across the country
If you throw up, we can take the opportunity to rob the bank."
Su Ming rubbed Harley's head and sighed: "No, under normal circumstances I would not use this level of lethal tactics. You must know that in this day and age, many people watching TV are old people or children. I am not killing people."
mad."
"Hey, you are so kind. When animals kill, they will choose to hunt prey of both young and old, and only hunting the strong is a sign of human nature. I like it."
She rested her head on Deathstroke's shoulder and enjoyed the show.
Yes, she was not happy because she heard the song, but because the superheroes all vomited while listening to the song and watching the performance. She thought the scene was very interesting, like a weird and absurd comedy, with the returning hero in front of her.
They and the monsters escaping in the distance all vomited like a fountain. How spectacular?
"Country road, take me home, take me back to my roots, West Virginia, Mountain Mother..."
At the climax of the song, Deadpool has climbed onto the ghost's body like a monkey. The giant-like Wrath of God is more like a clay sculpture at this time. The big mouth is like a dragon's head, and the green luminous liquid is no longer there.
Knowing what it was, it poured out of his mouth like a waterfall and flowed down.
Wet the ghost's cloak, the tops of his feet, and his green shorts.
With his eyes still closed, Wade sang loudly in the ghost's ears over and over again. Finally, he jumped from the opponent's shoulders, turned in the air and farted into the pale face as the final blow.
"boom!"
Perhaps this was the straw that broke the camel's back. From the beginning of his stiffness, the ghost never escaped the control of that nausea.
The Wrath of God fell to his knees, and two lines of green blood tears flowed from his eyes. He had completely collapsed. At this time, his mind was filled with the indescribable face of Deadpool and the soul-stirring singing voice.
What revenge? What justice? What destiny?
None of that mattered anymore. He just wanted to live well now, maybe go to the countryside, escape from that disgusting country road, and never come back.