"Looks like you really like that backpack?"
Su Ming waited for Strangle to digest the Chtylok. Having killed one of the Single Universe's top combatants without even facing it head-on, he was in a fairly good mood and planned to chat with Wade for a bit.
Wade lowered his head to look at the little backpack, then reached out and wiped the green slime from the pony's face, bringing her smile back into view.
"Yes. It was a gift from my first girlfriend. I can't remember the details—not even what she looked like or what her name was." Wade pointed at his head and said with a self-mocking smile, "You know, Cancer Cells ate three-quarters of my brain. My memory's seriously damaged too."
"Did you sleep with her?" Su Ming looked at the backpack. God knew who would give Deadpool such an adorable gift.
"I forgot. I told you before, right? Everything from before I was twenty is almost completely dark. I only remember spending a long time in an orphanage." Wade shrugged and found his twin swords nearby, strapping them back onto his back.
Su Ming sighed. Strangle would probably need another day to digest the monster, and completing its evolution would take even more time. As the host, he could not leave this place.
It seemed Wade's only use was keeping him company and chatting. At the very least, he had to talk enough to earn back those tens of thousands of dollars.
Keeping people company while they talked nonsense, chatted, or rambled—Wade took jobs like that too. As long as he got paid, he could even serve as entertainment at children's birthday parties, swallowing swords and the like.
Of course, any parent willing to pay Deadpool to attend their child's birthday party was not exactly normal. They