Wriggling through the dense white light, where space was discontinuous, Su Ming felt as though he had come to a standstill, while the Cloak was actually leaping forward.
One second, it was still at a single point. The next, it was on a line. The second after that, it occupied a plane.
Once they entered the plane, space finally returned to a range humans could comprehend. In other words, the Sorcerer Supreme could finally feel that he was moving forward.
"Whew, this is really sticky." Su Ming let out a breath behind his mask, then uncomfortably rolled his neck as he thought silently, It feels like hugging Wade shirtless under the summer sun for eight hours, with his melted flesh and blood all over me.
"Ehehehe!"
Strangle's laughter echoed in his mind. It shared its host's impression, but that example was still far too disgusting. After all, no normal person could hug Deadpool naked for eight hours—at least, no man could or should.
"Lucifer might be able to." The man stroked his chin, allowing the Cloak to carry him along through the white void.
Every void he had seen before had been black. This was the first time he had encountered a white void, the layer of "shell" wrapped around this multiverse.
"Eeh." Strangle pointed out that Satan was not human at all, but a devil.
"Ah, forget it. Let's not talk about Little Cousin. If he senses me thinking about him, he might teleport over, and that would be even more annoying." Su Ming curled his lip in distaste. Deadpool's Teleportation Belt was also a time machine. "But tell me, Strangle, am I being too suspicious? In the end, it's still just you and the Cloak accompanying me."
Strangle, sprouting from his shoulder in the form of a Black