Although there had been some disputes during the character creation process.
She was Deadpool's wife after all, so Fang Mo could not exactly force his own aesthetic preferences on her.
Very soon, Vanessa was resurrected in a pink nightgown. Barefoot, she stood amid the concrete ruins, looking somewhat confused.
It was worth mentioning that, since every inch of her had been created strictly according to Deadpool's specifications, her proportions were astonishingly exaggerated. She was even more outrageous than those Western models who specialized in bodybuilding and yoga. Forget Deadpool himself—even little Russell beside him was stunned for a moment.
"Where is this...?"
Vanessa looked around in confusion and quickly spotted Deadpool. "Wade?"
"Baby, it's me!"
Deadpool hurriedly rushed over. Of course, he did not forget to pat the blue-haired girl on the shoulder along the way. "...Keep an eye on your little man, will you?"
"Stop staring!"
The blue-haired girl cooperatively put her hands on her hips and tugged Russell's ear. "What, do you think I'm not pretty enough?"
"Hiss, pretty, you're pretty..."
Russell winced in pain and turned his head away.
But never mind him for now, because Deadpool had already fiercely pulled Vanessa into his arms. Yet she still looked confused. "Wade... what is going on? Where are we? Wasn't I shot?"
"Don't talk about that yet."
Deadpool's usually sleazy voice was unusually emotional. "Just let me hold you for a while. Just a little while."
"Wade?"
Vanessa clearly noticed that something was off with his emotions. "...Are you okay?"
"I'm great. I'm fucking amazing." Deadpool buried his face in Vanessa's shoulder. "I can't even wait to tell you that I grew an extra bone, and it's as tough as Wolverine's Adamantine Alloy... Now I'm a real MAN too."
"A bone? What bone?"
Vanessa asked strangely, "I can