The Death Knell

When the Monarchs were found again, they were squatting on the roof of a burrito shop in a dream, smoking. Given that Deadpool has lung cancer, he usually doesn't smoke very much. It seems to be Today is a bit stressful.

"Are you done?" Seeing the death knell came back, my cousin rubbed his hands and stood up, behaving normally.

"Forget it, summon the demon **** Hoggs to eat the cow. The year of the ox is the year of the tiger. So from this perspective, the big tiger is also restraining the clown cow..."

Su Ming patted Deadpool's head, but got a hand of slime from his hood, which made him a little speechless:

"You don't have to think about it anymore. I already know who is doing the bad thing behind the scenes. Let's go to the deepest layer of the dream and dig him out now."

Monak on the side touched his moustache. It appeared to be a little wax on the ground. He held a cigarette in a very gentleman manner and nodded in response to the death knell:

"I also guessed that there are countless dimensional demons that can use dreams, and even the outermost dimension of Manipur 28th. Each of them represents various concepts in the dark night, but they play nightmares... ...."

The death knell took his words and signaled Monak to wash Deadpool with a new magic, while he rubbed his hands on the ground and said:

"The ancients are most likely to have nightmares, but this dream is too normal for the ancients. There is no burrito shop in Cthulhu’s dream. So far I have not seen a deformed sarcoma. Or a monster with a fish head human body..."

"It has appeared! Brother, the monster you said has appeared!"

Before the words came down, Deadpool exclaimed. Not far from the feet of the three of them, a fish head man covered with pustules and polyps and swollen like a sarcoma was about to enter the store to buy Mexican tortillas.

Hearing this sound, the monster who was suspected of being a deformed deep diver raised his head and glanced at them with the hollow eyes of a dead fish.

The death knell was silent for a while, and then the big hand slid several times, until the cousin couldn't get up again, and his intestines slumped all over the floor before putting away the owl dagger, and said grimly:

"Didn't you tell you to stop thinking? Why did you make me a monster again? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Ah?"

"People, they didn't mean it." Deadpool squirmed and hummed, raised a trembling hand, and strenuously wrote a tragic word in his own blood behind his cousin's calf: "I really can't control it. Keep your mind, because I am sick. If this reason is not enough, I can still dye myself black, and then go to the Green Sect, and then post a bunch of posts supporting LBGT on the Internet, so that it will be a just act for you to forgive me. "

Su Ming didn't bother to pay attention to him, because the guy got more and more excited, it would be better to end the matter early and throw the person back into the sewer.

"How are you gentlemen on the roof, do you ask me something?" However, the fish head man standing on the ground spoke, and he pointed to the store door with his webbed fingers: "If there is nothing wrong, I will buy His burritos and secret tomato sauce."

The death knell pulled up the dead waiter on the ground, helped him pull his belly, barely put it together, bowed his head and asked the murloc:

"Don't you want to attack us?"

The deformed deep dive covered in sarcoma shook his head, and some doubts appeared in his eyes like dead fish. He replied:

"Why should I attack you? We don't know each other. Besides, it's a society under the rule of law... By the way, are you trapped on the roof? Do you need me to call 911 for a fire truck to rescue you?"

"...No, thank you. I wish you a pleasant meal." The lightsaber with the death knell hidden behind him retracted into his palm. It is not a big deal to have a monster in the dream, so let the murloc continue to live. Bar.

The murloc's big mouth, which seemed as wide as his neck, made an arc, and nodded toward the roof: "Then I wish you good luck, goodbye."

After talking, he opened the door and went in. The small bell on the door made a crisp sound. The electrician inside could be heard expressing welcome in English with an Indian accent. The next step was to order a nonsensical meal. process.

The tacos are similar to the burritos of the Celestial Empire. You can choose any dishes in it.

"Monak, use the mask to open the channel to the deepest level of the dream. We speed up the process and directly pick out the bad guys." Ye Changmengduo, acting together with Deadpool, is often also challenging his psychological tolerance. It is better to end earlier. .

Monak was also a bit speechless about the pacifist deep dive, but since the death knell felt that it was not a problem, he immediately took out two rabbits to choke to death, and cast the spell while jumping the gods.

While crying and singing, he seemed to be the one with the most abnormal spirit.

Strands of colorful sand flowed out of the sandman’s gas mask filter, and they turned around a few people like ribbons, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com and gradually led a few people into the roof, as if it was immersed in reinforced concrete.

There are also claims about these sands. Some people think that they are the'sand of time', which has the power to manipulate all time in the dream; but some people think that it is the debris of stars, a medium used to attract people to dreams; others think it is The Sandman is spitting in the mask. These fine powders are what the sputum looks like after it has been air-dried.

The last statement was made by Lucifer, but he was a demon who laughed every day and didn't laugh. He really couldn't tell whether he was telling a joke or telling the truth.

In short, there are many similar statements, but no one knows exactly what this is, because the first generation Sandman died long ago, and this secret was brought into eternal nothingness by him.

Whatever works.

The three of them floated up, these luminous colorful powders grabbed pink clouds from the darkness, weaved rainbows around them, and turned them into illusory doves and blue birds, taking everyone to the deepest part of the dream. Landing slowly.

In fact, this slow landing is just a human subjective feeling. Strictly speaking, the concept of space and time in the dream is human's own understanding.

The falling process is very pleasant, that is, the happy time is always short, as if a trance, or a wandering, the three of them came outside a gorgeous palace and landed on the thick lawn.

It was the night here, and every window of the palace showed brilliant lights, and the sound of music came from the palace along with the smell of fine wine, but the overall atmosphere of the neighborhood was indescribably weird.

Monak straightened his waist, shaking the dew on the surface of his boots, and briefly looked at the palace in front of him, and nodded to the death knell:

"We are in the end, or the bottom level I can foresee. Anyway, it is definitely not in the dream of Deadpool, because he definitely doesn't know this palace and can't think of it."