"Hmm."
"Mm."
Angerboda and Oshtur wore rather strange expressions. Watching Chthon gradually seem to abandon his own identity and become a spectator, along with the complex changes in his expression, was indeed somewhat amusing.
But it still felt slightly off, like it lacked just a little punch.
Using a fake creation to impersonate Chthon and confuse the real one was funny enough, but seeing that bizarre creature wearing Chthon's face getting intimate with a cow was, sure enough, a little disgusting.
Especially since that pale child was still clinging to Chthon's back. No matter whether Cloak changed color or not, he kept picking Great Shadow's nose with his foot.
If you counted it up, he had been doing that continuously for two million years. Why was he so obsessed with it?!
"Bro, look. The Spectre is sitting in the audience right now, watching Chthon and the cow onstage from afar. This kind of cuckold drama is truly a classic." Deadpool looked at the projection screen as well, stroking his chin. "But I feel like it's missing something. That emotional release, you know? A certain atmosphere, something that needs to be expressed through art."
"Do I need you to teach me?" Su Ming shot his Cousin a glance, indicating that everything was already part of his plan. "It's normal that you think the scene feels dry and lacks dramatic tension. After all, no matter how classic Turandot is, it doesn't suit this situation. Besides, the cow's mouth is busy right now, so she can't sing."
"Uh, that's what I meant. Go on, then. I was just saying."
Wade spread his hands. It seemed his path toward demanding payment had been blocked again. Slade always had a plan.
After glancing at the two Goddesses who were also waiting, Su Ming said to