"Well, it's a little sticky, a little fishy, a little bitter, and a little lubricated. It has a really rich taste. I have never thought that something like crystal clusters can have so many levels of performance. Maybe it matches
It will taste better with Mexican hot sauce. Well, they also seem to discharge electricity, and there will be a faint needle-pricking feeling when the tongue touches them, which is quite refreshing."
Using his extremely flexible tongue, he quickly swept across a large area of the ground beneath his body. Deadpool lay like a dog in the darkness, paused for a moment to taste, and then turned to report his findings to the veterans in the live broadcast room.
"." The veterans in the live broadcast room silently stated a fact.
Wade, who was lying on the ground, saw it, and then his body stiffened for a moment, but soon he shrugged indifferently and said in a mean voice:
"Ah, so it turns out that I just touched my butt with my hands, and then the pus and blood from my rectum got on my hands. Then when I touched the surrounding environment, they transferred to the crystal, so now I'm actually licking
It's my own blood, right? It's not a big deal. Anyway, I still bite my own fingernails to play with when I'm free. Who among you has never eaten your own snot? This is not dirty at all, but a cycle.
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Next, he talked a lot of nonsense, about the different tastes of snot in different seasons, such as how to smell when you tear off the skin of your own feet and put it under your nostrils, and the four ways to bite your own fingernails, etc.
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All in all, the live broadcast room was filled with a happy atmosphere.
But the nonsense is only one aspect. The information that should be collected has been collected before, that is, except for pus and blood, these crystals have no smell, and they should be some kind of energy aggregate.
The surrounding crystals do not emit light, or they are absorbing nearby light, making this a truly lightless environment. Even when Deadpool touches their faces, no blurry outline can be seen.
In addition to these, this cave is also filled with a smell similar to that of death. Others may still get it wrong, but Deadpool is too familiar with death, and he will never be wrong in this regard. That kind of
The smell, or rather the feeling, must have something to do with something broken.
That's all the information. Anyway, let the fans in the live broadcast room think about it. Deadpool himself was talking nonsense while turning over and sitting on the ground to rest.
Because I couldn't see anything, the screen in the live broadcast room was almost black. I don't know what the veterans meant by just listening to the sound, but the fact is that there are more and more viewers, and Deadpool's dirty talk is becoming more energetic.
"Family members, except for Uncle Deadpool and I, no one can trust anything on the Internet. House manager, house manager, please come out and take out the movie guy who sells videos in my live broadcast room. What kind of level is this? You can't even give me a gift."
If you don't give me credit, you're just selling movies here? You look like a liar at first glance."
He fumbled in his trouser pockets a few times, took out a cigar and a lighter, crossed his legs and said like a big boss:
"It seems like I'm really popular. There used to be very few people in the live broadcast room and no movie guys came over. Now, I can't even chase away the people selling videos, haha!"
After laughing, the friction sound of the flip-top lighter's wheel was heard, and the swaying flames rose up, illuminating a small area around it.
At this time, the veterans in the live broadcast room gave up, and they all made fierce and fragrant remarks:
"."
"Ah, yes, hiss, look at my brain, I even forgot that I had a lighter on me! But it's not my fault, I don't want to get brain cancer," he hit his head with his hand.
He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, his head tilted to one side cutely: "Hey☆Hey~ You should feel sorry for giegie."
The firelight illuminated Deadpool's hanging tongue. The rotten tongue was covered with pustules and was now stained with some blood-tinged brownish-yellow sticky substance.
Now, the scolding in the live broadcast room became even more intense. The veterans who often surfed the Internet all spoke very nicely, were very knowledgeable, and typed at an amazingly fast speed. Deadpool was so excited!
Feel free to scold me, because this is also popular.
Just as he was happily smoking a cigar and feeling the benefits of popularity, there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his ears, like mosquitoes flying in the darkness in the distance.
"Stop, old guys, did you hear anything?" Deadpool retracted his legs, sat down again on the ground full of crystal clusters, tilted his head and listened: "It sounds like something in the dark.
The mosquito is not in my ears, so this shouldn’t be an illusion that only I can hear, right?”
"."
The veterans in the live broadcast room said that this was indeed not Deadpool's hallucination. Although there were indeed some thieves deliberately causing trouble, after all, there were still a lot of people.
There was indeed a high-frequency sound of insects flapping their wings in the darkness. Although I couldn't see where it was in the weak light of the lighter, the sound was indeed getting closer.
"This movement is a bit like a cockroach. Speaking of which, I am very knowledgeable about cockroaches." Deadpool stood up, drew out the samurai sword behind him to be on guard, and at the same time did not forget to say dirty words: "I have lived in
I don’t know why there are always a lot of cockroaches in those places. They stay out day and night and often eat the burritos and pizzas I haven’t finished. Their little black eyes make their thoughts look very simple, but I know
They are terribly evil."
Actually, with Deadpool's lazy pig-like living habits, he keeps leftover takeout boxes for three years without throwing them away, and his house is filled with all kinds of garbage. He would be damned if there were no cockroaches in his house.
In the city, the first natural enemy of cockroaches is actually rats, but Deadpool throws away too much food. Rats can eat delicious leftovers, so who would eat cockroaches?
Therefore, there were not only cockroaches but also mice in his house. They were all raised to be fat and strong, and they even felt as if they had awakened higher wisdom.
"." The non-existent audience said something else.
"I'm overthinking it. Do you think I'm my cousin? How could I go out with pesticides? With the ability to carry heavy loads, I might as well bring a few more boxes of condoms." Deadpool raised his samurai sword and lighter.
First, put on a posture: "Okay, I have determined the direction in which it is flying. I hope it is coming towards the fire and not towards my beautiful and juicy body."
As he spoke, the object making a buzzing and flapping sound approached at high speed. When its figure appeared in Deadpool's field of vision, even Wade took a breath of cold air.
Because that thing looks like a huge brown lump of shit, and there is a pair of fly wings on the back of the shit. Compared with Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, this thing is more abstract.