Marvel, who rescued him? !

Hela, with a proud look on her face, wrapped herself tightly in a blanket and walked in front. Behind her, Taylor hung his head and followed Hela's footsteps unsteadily.

"Lay..." Calling Hela's name, Taylor said:

"Why don't you speak?

Aren't you lonely after being locked up here for countless years?

Aren't you excited to see a handsome guy like me?

Don't you have endless things to say to me?

Come on~ As a caring giegie~ I'm ready~"

Taylor opened his arms.

Hela, who was walking in front, said nothing, but Taylor was hit in the knee by another sword.

Half kneeling on the ground, Taylor commented:

"The little girl is quite reserved~"

He turned a blind eye to the wounds on his body.

Regardless of whether Hela is lonely or not, he is quite lonely.

Especially when he felt the two halves of his soul getting closer, he wanted all the time to merge with the great entity and become a great and handsome part of it.

Do not--

He already felt that he was getting closer to the real Taylor, although he had lost a little bit of his kindness and silence.

but--

He owns the whole Taylor!

Taylor caught up with Hela and walked beside her:

"Don't be like this, don't be silent~ You are using cold violence, come on~ come and hit me~

Can you give me some response?

Lala~"

The veins on Hela's forehead jumped. To be honest, the moment Taylor appeared, she really felt the excitement of seeing people again.

However, this feeling of excitement disappeared so quickly that she even wondered if it was an illusion.

The man in front of him was asking for death, but... Odin had cast a seal, and now even Hela couldn't kill Tyler who was in the underworld.

What happened in just twenty-four hours was more painful than the endless years that preceded it.

She suddenly didn't want to leave the underworld. Really, it was good here.

Seeing that Hela didn't even shoot the sword, Taylor suspected that Hela had blocked her hearing.

So, without hesitation, Taylor smiled, tilted his head and raised his middle finger to Hela.

call out--

The next moment, Taylor lost his middle finger.

Just a reaction~

Picking up his middle finger, Taylor quickly caught up with Hela's increasingly fast pace and said:

"Lala~Have you been living here all these years? What do you eat every day? And, you have to poop too, right?

Lala~ I won't step on your poop, right? "

Hela stopped, clenched her fists, and had a frown on her face.

"Lala——" Taylor stretched out his voice and said shyly:

"Please pay attention to me~Please pay attention to me~If you don't pay attention to me anymore, the world will pay attention to you~~~"

"Lala~ Look! There is a complete female corpse here."

With a smile on his face, Taylor looked at Hela expectantly and asked:

"Lala~ Do you want to play a puzzle?"

"ha--------"

Hela couldn't bear it anymore, and a green sword light cut through the sky, tearing everything in front of it into pieces.

In the light, the intact female corpse and Taylor, who looked happy, turned into dust.

Two seconds later, Taylor appeared at the spot, blinked, looked back at the razed hill, and clapped excitedly for Hela!

"Wow--

Awesome! Awesome!

Lala~ You are awesome! Let’s do it again! ”

Hela laughed in anger and hugged her head in pain.

"Father~Why do you treat my father like this——"

"Don't be sad~ Lala~ I will always be with you in the years to come."

Taylor consoled with a smile.

Hela’s eyes widened.

In the years to come, I will always be with you.

I will always be with you.

Always with you...

Always……

Always……

Hela turned her head stiffly and saw Taylor’s smiling face:

"Lala, why are you squatting here?

Oh~~~Are you here to poop?"

puff-

This was the sound of Hela's own heart being pierced.

For some reason, the lethality of a single sentence could actually break her defenses more than the punishment of countless years.

"Father! I was wrong! Father!!!"

Holding her head, Hela screamed hysterically:

"Father! Please, please let me out!"

Her voice broke and Hela raised her hands in the air, her entire body shaking.

“Being like this…” Taylor took Hela’s hands and forcefully brought them back, placing them on Hela’s own stomach.

"Lala, be quiet when you poop, don't do such a special ritual, poop can't understand what you say, don't speak for it, you have to know that you are already a mature woman, don't be so childish...

Be good~be quiet when you poop, I'll be there to keep watch for you..."

As he spoke, Taylor took a small step sideways and squatted next to Hela, observing the movements around him furtively.

Hela froze in place.

It felt like the entire underworld was full of malice towards her.

"You...what do you want..."

His tone was tired yet a little desperate.

Taylor turned back with a smile:

"I just want to talk to you~ It would be best if we could say all the words we have said in the past countless years at once!

For example, let me discuss Deadpool with you in depth. Deadpool’s original name is Deadpool.

Afterwards, he was always Deadpool.

Because he cannot die, he did not die.

By the way, you should know Deadpool, right? "

“…” Hela looked at Taylor blankly.

“Okay~ If you don’t want to talk, you must not like to talk!

Let’s continue talking about Deadpool!

We have been apart for 648 days, 6 hours, 57 minutes and 41 seconds. I may miss him a little!

Hey ~

I still remember when we ran together in the sunset. That was our youth that has passed away.

But why is it our youth that is passing away instead of us?

Hehe~ Because the two of us can't die."

The shadow behind Taylor shook slightly, and a Deadpool wearing a shit-yellow tights opened his mouth and continued:

“You know what the funniest part of a story is?

It's time to laugh~

If we don’t laugh, do we have to watch cartoons and admire sunny puppies?

Stop it, Hela~ Smile——

Isn't it funny?

Don’t worry, don’t worry~ I’ll think about it again!

Oh hoo!

I thought of it!

Let me tell you a joke about the goddess of death wanting to die..."