In the living room, Miao Mu tugged at the red-and-black skintight suit with his fingers, his brows knotted like a walnut.
"You know him?"
Brucie, dressed in a black skintight combat suit, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of specially made blue soda. It restored energy and helped maintain the body.
What was more, Brucie planned to use it to start a new company, because she had discovered that women in this world truly cared about all kinds of beauty and skincare products, and she happened to know plenty about them.
Perhaps it was because the worlds were different. After all, in her world, only men paid attention to maintenance and beauty treatments.
That was why she found Miao Mu somewhat uncivilized, though he was rather cute in every way—adorably foolish.
"Uh... I suspect I didn't wake up properly today."
Miao Mu tossed the suit onto the table, then picked it up again. It really was not a dream. He knew this suit far too well.
It was impossible to forget after one glance. That obnoxious bastard was simply too eye-catching—Deadpool!
Known in the underworld as the Little Cheapster.
He had a healing factor, as well as Purple Sweet Potato Thanos's immortality curse, and was a ruthless figure who had even seduced the Goddess of Death.
Why had this guy come here?
Miao Mu frowned as he thought. He was not surprised by Deadpool himself; after all, there really were traces of Deadpool in this world.
For example, Deathstroke's biological brother from different parents...
"I'm more curious about how he got here."
Miao Mu tossed down the suit in his hand again and walked steadily toward the study, where he looked at the safe that had been sliced into pieces.
Brucie followed close behind. The moment she saw