The Death Knell

Deadpool who was reminded immediately slapped himself on the forehead, as if he just remembered that he still has a teleportation belt.

Taking another look at the ball rolling slowly from a distance, he snapped his nostrils:

I haven't finished the task yet, if I run away halfway, I won't be able to earn the rest of the money, which is not acceptable.

If it were someone else, they would probably be confused when they encountered such a situation. For example, they could not understand why the meat ball appeared in front of them intact again and again, or they would panic when they found that they could not get out.

But this trick is too easy for the lineage of the supreme mage to see through. As the master of the time gem, maybe he cannot directly adjust the time in this different world, but in terms of perception of time changes, few people can surpass them.

Maybe Kang the Conqueror has some skills in this area? Well, speaking of it, Kang hasn't been here for a long time, and I still miss him a little.

Wade suddenly didn't want to leave, the corners of his mouth under the mask curled up, revealing the outline of a wicked smile.

It is known that the meat ball has a delicate body and a soft body, and there is a bag of water in its body. This water is non-toxic and harmless, so is it... Suck it!

Seeing his cousin's humble appearance, Su Ming knew what was going on in his heart, and suddenly felt speechless:

Wade hugged himself in fear, and after twitching on the spot a few times, he still took a picture of his transmission belt.

With the sound of 'biu, he disappeared on the spot in the cartoon sound effect, which is very reasonable. So now in the cave, only Deathstroke and a few girls are left, as well as the meat ball on the ground in front of them staring...no eyes.

Yes, this meatball has no eyes, its body surface is very smooth, and it can't see anything that seems to be a sensory organ, and it doesn't seem to have a language, it just stops quietly in the middle of the tunnel, blocking the way of everyone.

While Hermione was talking to the professor, at the same time she waved the Fiercefire Curse, burning the meat ball into a pool of white ash on the spot, preventing it from approaching any further.

Unlike Marvel's spellcasters who need to borrow the power of the demon god, Hermione's magic power really belongs to her. No matter which different world she is in, she has her own system and has the ability to cast spells.

So in the eyes of Elminster and others, Hermione and the others are more like warlocks, and they are the kind without spell limit.

Su Ming looked at the cremated monster, and then looked down at Jaina's engineering invention. As a result, another new meatball came over.

Only this thing can detect the energy reaction of the meat ball, neither strangulation nor cloak, so this kind of energy may not be of a high level, at least not the type that is common in all universes?

Or, is it not energy? And it's just that this meat ball is judged to be valuable by the nagging engineering equipment?

It's also possible, because engineering is actually synonymous with unreliable in Azeroth. For example, props can also greatly increase the user's action speed, but it also has

The probability of spontaneous combustion, turning the user into a burning man; another example is the ray props with weird effects, which may

put the enemy body

The size shrinks, and it may also turn the user into a chicken.

Hermione nodded, and with Ji

Anna changed positions, because the little princess also wanted to practice.

I don't know where everyone is currently, but I can be sure that this is a material plane. As long as it is a material plane, there will be quantum existence.

It's a joke to want to use such a time loop to trap a quantum master plus a supreme mage.

Seeing that all the girls except the druids started queuing up to "play peas", Deathstroke naturally wanted to satisfy their wishes. After all, I came here on vacation this time, and took Hermione to the Darkmoon Faire If you haven't played the amusement project, can't you enjoy it now?

In the Batcave, the butler was stitching up Batman who had just taken a shower. The battle with the Joker had left him with a lot of wounds, but Alfred had gotten used to it, and his sewing movements were like sewing a piece Easy as a rag.

The person who was stitched was also very calm, as if he didn't feel pain, his hand holding the teacup was steady, and he could even control the computer to check some information while chatting and drinking tea.

Alfred was unmoved, he denied his host a little staidly:

The man took a sip of hot tea, then grabbed a finger biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth. It was baked by the housekeeper himself and had a strong milky aroma:

Alfred put down his needle and thread, picked up the anti-inflammatory powder on a stainless steel plate, and evenly sprinkled it on the wound.

Bruce nodded first, then shook his head, staring at the wall made up of monitors not far away, countless materials and intelligence flashed in front of him:

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