The Death Knell

Deadpool, who was bounced on the table, subconsciously clamped his legs, showing his rejection of Star-Lord's proposal, because he could only blanch himself with his girlfriends, wives, and cousins.

"Star-Lord is good. Peter's are all good people, but I'm not as good as him yet to have a physical relationship, you know."

Deadpool turned his head and spoke to a place where no one was there. He patiently explained his own set of standards and explained the meaning of the verb 'zhuo' in detail, as if he was afraid that the audience in the live broadcast room would not understand .

His wedding venue was set up like a circus, with red and white fabrics everywhere, the lights were abused, and the light pollution was annoying.

It is said to be classical music, but the music more like a children's song reverberated in the venue. The song mainly tells the story of a group of ducklings going down the river.

"What? No, I don't have that kind of thought? Ugh..." Star-Lord retched, he pulled away from Deadpool and covered his chest and crotch: "Actually, that word Sometimes it is also used as a modal particle, which has no real meaning."

"Just treat what you said is true." Deadpool nodded again and again, a perfunctory smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under his mask, that kind of expression of 'helping others down the steps', and said in a very locomotive voice: "Then just do it. First of all, I got a greeting from the mutants, not because I was barely half a mutant myself, but because I wanted to see Logan's expression, hehe..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for any response from Star-Lord, and ran away with his **** covered, as if he was still on guard that someone would attack him from behind.

And this made Peter feel sick even more. Although everyone usually went out to drink or go to the game hall, Star-Lord always vomited from the beginning, and gradually evolved to just retching now, which can be regarded as a lot of resistance.

But Deadpool's feeling of responding to others is always unavoidable.

"Phew~~~! Finally gone." Seeing the mercenary in a suit and hood leave, Rocket let out a big sigh of relief. It was hard to imagine that such a small man would have such a large lung capacity: "Today's Wei De is fragrant and stinky, like perfume sprayed on the feces of the babble, I can't breathe!"

The so-called baburumon is a giant maggot found on many planets that feeds on the excrement of other animals.

With the first opening of the rocket, the voices of everyone in the Guardians of the Galaxy were heard around, or why do you think they didn't speak just now? It's because they're holding their breath like diving.

"I'm Groot~~~~"

The tree man didn't need to breathe, but he also made a big gasping sound, and his bark-like face showed a look of relief.

Even Nebula had already replaced her lungs with mechanical ones, but she held her breath just now.

"We are like this, that, isn't it a bit bad?" Mantis sister sighed, she lowered her head a little embarrassedly and played with her fingers on the table, and said tangled: "I mean, we are here to participate in Deadpool. Wedding, he entertained us and we didn't talk to him because of his smell..."

"Then why didn't you say it just now?" Gamora rolled her eyes, she exhaled a long breath from her nostrils, the assassin is good at holding her breath: "Do it, do it, don't express regret afterwards, that will You seem cowardly."

"Oh." The mantis shrank its neck, nodded weakly, and remained silent.

"The green-skinned girl is right, huh, speaking of which, the difference between the two brothers is really big." Yondu also let out a breath, leaning on the back of the chair and rubbing his head: "The death knell doesn't have any smell, and it doesn't even smell. Not like a living person, but Deadpool is just the opposite, there is no odor type that doesn't exist on him."

Speaking of this, it was as if some switch had been flipped, and everyone retched, probably remembering something bad.

However, Star-Lord quickly found a way to resolve the embarrassment. He was the first to recover, so he decided to change the subject and let everyone's thoughts not focus on Deadpool. This is what a captain and dancer should be. Do something to boost morale.

So what's the best way to change the subject?

This is a wedding, and there are messes everywhere. I can't count how many people there are. I only know that the huge round table can't be seen at a glance.

Running around is definitely not good, because guys like Thanos just stare at him from a distance, and sometimes even meeting some powerful beings may be considered an offense.

Then, the new topic is best to choose what is in front of you, for example, what's on the table?

The round table where the Guardians of the Galaxy is located is similar to other tables. It is an oversized table that should be able to seat 30 people and is still loose. In the center of the table is a disc that can be rotated. On the disc is a very elegant 'Dry Landscape'. .

This is nothing to say, Star-Lord can't understand anything related to art, or his artistic cells are concentrated on listening to songs and dancing.

So what is next to the dry landscape decoration? Tobacco and alcohol drinks, bearing the trademark of Wilson Enterprises, are all unremarkable. Although it seems that the wine is not short, the alien teammates obviously do not have any research on the wine on Earth.

Eyes rolling, Peter Quill's brain speed was also on the highest, when his eyes moved over fruit and snacks, and landed on a large jar of colorful jelly beans...

The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"Hey guys, look what I found?" He stood up and turned the disc, moved the candy jar in front of him and picked it up, shaking it to make a crisp sound: "A can of Skittles, this is what I used to eat when I was a kid. A kind of snack that is rare in recent years."

"Candy? What do their different colors mean?"

Gamora, who also did not want to continue to mention Deadpool, showed a little interest in candy, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Growing up on Thanos, she had no childhood at all, so maybe out of some kind of psychological self-compensation mechanism, she likes childish things like small snacks or small toys.

"There's no difference, it's just that the color of the icing is different." Star-Lord smiled and stretched out his hand into the jar to take out the candy. The size of the jelly beans was different from what he remembered. The original Skittles were about the size of a pill, and these were more like small number of cashews.

But what does it matter? Maybe it's an update.

He took out a green candy and put it in the palm of his hand. He showed it to his teammates. It seemed that the jelly bean wrapped in a layer of enamel was shining in the light. If there was a dubbing at this time, it should be 'Brinblin 'of.

"Look, I'll show you a unique trick. When I tap the wrist of my left hand with my right hand, the jelly beans in this palm will rise three meters high, rotate 36,000 degrees in the air, and finally fall into me accurately. In your mouth, look at me, look at me."

In order to show off his candy-eating skills in front of Gamora, he even rolled up his sleeves and looked like an expert.