Knight Does Not Need Youth Love Story

until now. . . . .

"The exam is tomorrow!"

Sometimes surprises are so sudden.

There is not much time left for An Yilun. . .

No, it is gone.

To be honest, An Yilun herself was a little desperate.

"What should I do."

The people around took a look at An Yilun and stopped paying attention to him.

As the end of the term approaches, everyone is very busy.

No one wants to spend their time on other people.

Even the students who usually like to play very much have increased their study time.

In the evening, a wild party was really held in a bar.

Young men and women shake their bodies on the dance floor.

And in the corner of the bar, a man dressed in black and red. . .

Well, Deadpool is hugging two beauties on the left and right.

"Oh! I absolutely love this place!"

Deadpool felt that this world must be his own personal movie scene.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he picked up a box of cash when he first arrived!

Originally, I still had a headache about what to go to the bar to spend, but all the problems were solved after picking up the box of money.

Deadpool has no psychological pressure to spend the money he picked up.

Who would a normal person put money in a box?

It must be some gangsters who engage in shady deals, and I am also doing harm to the people.

After finding a reason for himself, Deadpool continued to cross his legs and admire the young beauties on the dance floor.

To be fair, this place is much more comfortable than his original world.

There are neither mutants with strange abilities, nor super boy groups and special attack organizations that feel very good about themselves.

The last time he passed by the Super Boys, he even smeared some oil on the head of a black marinated egg.

"Why are you wearing this tights?"

"Because this can show my beautiful figure well."

I have to say, aside from that face, Deadpool's figure is really good.

The name of the coat rack that can be carried after putting on the headgear.

As for why he can speak Japanese?

Do not ask.

The question is self-study by watching movies.

"You speak so cutely."

"No, no, handsome Mr. Wade has nothing to do with the word cute."

Maybe it's because of some minor problems with the learning channels.

So Deadpool's Japanese is a little bit weird.

For example, there are often some female words or meaningless modal particles.

The so-called cuteness is only a relatively implicit statement.

But Deadpool doesn't care about that.

He just wants to be happy.

He casually took out a handful of banknotes from behind his buttocks and stuffed them into the arms of the two girls. Deadpool continued to whistle to the beauties on the dance floor.

Although the place where it was taken out was a bit strange, the two girls still accepted the banknotes very simply.

The smile on his face became more sincere.

In the center of the dance floor, circles of ripples that cannot be captured by the naked eye quietly sway.

A box about half a person's height with strange patterns carved on it fell out of it.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound, as if there was something heavy in it.

While those around noticed, most of the people on the dance floor paid no attention to the place.

"what is this?"

Several men with blurred eyes came forward to observe the box curiously.

In the corner of the bar, Deadpool, who was reclining on the sofa, suddenly straightened up.

The box gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Withdrawing the foreword, the world doesn't seem to be that friendly."

With his right hand lightly on the long knife behind his back, Deadpool recalled in his mind the special box he had seen.

Before he could figure out which crew the box belonged to, a change occurred.

Several human arms protruded from the hollow pattern on the box, holding several strange weapons in their hands.

The few men who were watching curiously were included in the attack range almost instantly.

Outside the bar, special soldiers in combat uniforms slowly surrounded the bar.

So far, the monsters and special attacks that Deadpool thought would never appear have appeared.

Chapter 230 The Seventh Sense of Security from Deadpool (Chaos)

Deadpool, a superhero who is not really a superhero.

The reason for saying that is because this guy always insists that he is also a superhero, and he is also a very handsome and very strong superhero.

Just looking at the setting, this guy has many similarities with Marvel's popular Spider-Man.

For example, their uniforms are mainly red tights.

For example, they are all chatterboxes.

For example, they are all examples of poor people relying on mutation.

For example, the first half of the sentence of the two people's beliefs is the same.

It's just that Spider-Man believes that 'with great power comes great responsibility. '

And Deadpool used actions to prove what is meant by "the greater the ability, the more fun you can play." '

"Okay ladies, stand behind me now."

Pulling out the two long knives on his back, Deadpool said in a deep voice.

The cold light of the blade made the two girls realize that this is not a prop for cosplay.

This guy is not a mental patient who escaped from some mental hospital.

Well, there is actually no problem in a way.

The box in the center of the dance floor stopped attacking briefly after chopping down a group of people with a weapon in its hand.

Pale, inhuman arms grabbed a man limp on the ground.

After twisting his neck, he took the initiative to go to the man's back.

"A human body."

A few seconds later, the man who was supposed to die suddenly raised his head.

The pupils were full of violence.

"I haven't used this high-end product yet."

For this box family, the human body is considered a high-end product that is more in line with the aesthetics of their family.

He, who originally lived at the bottom of the ethnic group, is not qualified to enjoy such high-end goods.

"Hey hey hey! That guy over there with the coffin board on his back."

"Your opponent is here."

With graceful steps, Deadpool gradually approached the box clan.

The two long knives in his hands drew a beautiful knife flower.

At this time, Deadpool exudes an indescribable sense of oppression.

Just like those experienced special soldiers in TV dramas, the generous back gives people a feeling of peace of mind.

"Hoho, did you choose to approach instead of running away?"

Showing a smile with great interest, the box clan stretched out the arm that was originally retracted in the box.

"bring it on."

The long knife in his hand was aimed at the Box Clan, and Deadpool rushed out.

a second later—

"Oh!"

"Crash."

"Mother FXXK!!"

The deadpool who was knocked into the air hung on the wall for two seconds before falling to the ground.