"Give me a cigarette. I don't know if I'll be coming back this time."
For some reason, Little Cousin suddenly switched to the voice of Western film star Eastwood. He even pulled a cowboy hat from his pocket, plopped it onto his head, and rubbed his fingers together at Cousin.
Accompanied by that melancholy, magnetic voice, the red portions of his uniform looked shit-yellow amid the space roiling with green light.
Su Ming turned and shot the nun a helpless look. She had actually already moved aside to cover her nose, and now returned an equally speechless gaze.
Wade could never just do things properly. He always had to add extra scenes for himself. Fortunately, his Delusional Disorder didn't seem to be manifesting as livestreaming today.
Deadpool took the cigarette, pulled out his pistol, and fired a shot to light it. Then he took a fierce drag through his mask, smoking it straight down to the filter.
He tossed the butt onto the ground, turned toward the empty air, and said:
"Guys, watch closely. A C'tan shard from the Warhammer World is sealed inside this ball. Today, I'm bringing you something new—'Light Ball Stews Itself'! Send some gifts my way!"
Su Ming: "."
Was he livestreaming in his head anyway? Damn it!
Wade staggered as he walked, looking exactly like some professional fighter, his nostrils practically pointed at the sky. He strode toward the orb of light, leaving only a long wet trail in his wake.
If Su Ming hadn't known that the liquid on the floor was pancreatic fluid from when he had accidentally blown up his cousin's pancreas earlier, he might have thought Little Cousin had pissed all over the place.
But the nun didn't know what had happened. Seeing Wade act like that, she found him extremely