Sylvie was utterly defeated by Deadpool's absurdity.
She stomped her foot hard, turned around, and refused to deal with that pervert.
Her once-valiant black cape swished through the air with an oddly adorable flair.
Su Ming's gaze moved back and forth between Sylvie and Deadpool.
With a half-smile, he said:
"Could it be... this female Loki likes... this sort of thing?
How could she even stomach it?"
Just then, Sylvie's reaction stirred up even more mischief in Deadpool.
Grabbing the bottom of his mask with both hands, he yanked it upward.
"Ta-da-da-da~! See?
The even more disgusting part is right here—
Look at me. Do you feel like throwing up the meal you ate the day before yesterday too?
Hahaha... If you do, don't hold it in. Go ahead and puke.
Honestly, even I don't dare look in the mirror. Why?
Because I'd throw up! Wahahaha..."
Deadpool held his mask and began circling Sylvie.
For some reason, the usually domineering Sylvie simply did not dare look at Wade's face.
She just kept turning in place.
The entire room filled with Deadpool's manic laughter, wave after wave.
"You're really gross..."
Seeing Deadpool indulge in such vile humor, Rocket rubbed his butt and began inspecting the room.
Yet amid Deadpool's usual perverse behavior, Su Ming saw a deep sorrow.
"This guy... If someone cut open his chest,
the heart inside would probably be more horrific than the wounds on his face..."
Then he thought:
"Should I find a chance to restore Wade's face...?"
As if sensing something, Deadpool turned his head slightly and froze.
He saw the floating comments drift past.
One of them said, "Protagonist, hurry up and restore Deadpool's face. The guy's practically going insane..."
Deadpool's body jolted.
He turned around in disbelief and looked at Su Ming.
His eyes