Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

"This author really likes to make trouble," Deadpool said, "Just grabbing a little angel in the comment section is much more reliable and reliable than her. Brother, don't entrust your lifelong happiness to this stepmother to write."

Although he was still speaking in a rambling and incomprehensible speech except himself as usual, his expression was indeed dignified like never before.

Deadpool doesn't have the same empathy with this strange place as The Untitled.But he's not an innocent kid who believes in fairy tales.

His intuition, tempered on the edge of life and death, told him 'there is nothing dangerous here'.

But how can anyone have the ability to tamper with the existence of the portal of the Grand Mage of the Temple and take great pains to bring the two of them here, just to let them have a glimpse of the rare scenery in this world?

That existence must have its own reasons, let it be the party with power, and it does not hesitate to count the weak Unnamed and Deadpool.When something has something to do with condescension, it must not be a good thing, and most of the time it will be a very bad thing.

The inability to perceive danger can only show that there are actually more crises hidden in seemingly peaceful places.

Especially so far, Deadpool has not been able to find any trace of life from this 'Eden' at all.Everything around seems to be dead.

Flowers, plants and trees grow according to the set program, the air flows according to the preset trajectory and speed, and the angle of the sun is also inclined to show the most perfect appearance.

Only there is no bird or insect, nor can you see even the frightened back of a hare, or disturbing flying insects-this makes people curse frequently, wishing that it did not exist at all, when it really disappeared completely , but it gives people a feeling that can be called a sense of loss.

Nothing, lacking throbbing life.

Following the prompt in his head, Unknown watched as the crystal blue barrier rose up around him, forming a perfect circle, and slowly approaching the center of the circle where they were.

The safety zone is very suitable for the number of survivors, and it has probably reached the size of the final circle. The next step will be to poison the whole picture.

"What's that? Please don't tell me it's the blue screen because you're dazzled too much?" Deadpool was dumbfounded, thinking that he had discovered the source of an unknown danger. A film of light called an 'enchantment'.

"Wade," the unnamed sighed, it was time to have to explain all his origins, but fortunately the target was Deadpool, and there was no one else around, "Didn't you always want to know, why do I ask you every three days? Running around in New York?"

This kind of explanation can really subvert anyone's worldview. Fortunately, Deadpool is not just any weak-hearted person.

He finished listening to the abbreviated version of the "game character travels through the Marvel Universe" introduction.

"So beyond that wall of light is the 'poison circle', now you and brother are the only living people in the game, one must die?" he concluded.

That's right, one has to die.

Number of 'surviving': 2.

Then as long as one of the remaining two is no longer alive, the problem will be solved.

Coincidentally, one of them will not die.

Deadpool and Unnamed obviously thought of this negative but effective solution at the same time. The two looked at each other. Before Unknown could stop, Deadpool pulled out his gun and pointed it at his head...

gun?

The bullet went straight through his head without any error.

Wait, friends of the online review, don't rush to click 'this chapter contains bloody and violent scenes, it will not be approved'.

The bullet did 'go through' Deadpool's head, but not in a blood and brain splatter pattern, but as if it had passed through a holographic projection, causing no damage at all, and then hit the tree trunk behind him, leaving The next bullet hole to mar the beauty of nature.

"Bro is dreaming?"

This was Deadpool's first reaction.

"Brother has developed a new mutant ability?"

This is Deadpool's second reaction.

It's a pity that this phenomenon may have nothing to do with him, because Anonymous immediately pulled out his gun, ignored Deadpool's exclamation, pointed at his jio, and fired three times in a row.

The bullet burrowed into the soil without hindrance.

The bold experiment confirmed the anonymous speculation.Sure enough, the rules here are no different from the game.

You can't cause any harm to yourself, unless you blow yourself up, burn yourself, drown yourself, or overturn your car indirectly.

Deadpool still couldn't see and couldn't use any unnamed sex props. There were no rivers in sight, and of course there was no vehicle.

So, this is the second time that an unnamed gun is aimed at Deadpool's head, but this time it is more real and much more real.

It is different from the panic when he suddenly wakes up from the illusion and sees Deadpool falling in front of him, which leads to obvious physiological changes such as breathing disorder, sudden increase in heart rate, and pupil dilation.

Unknown is calm now, with steady breathing and no significant changes in heart rate.He could even clearly count his own heartbeats, and nothing around him was enough to change this precise rhythm, like a pendulum.

The gun in the hand has become an extension of the arm, and it is easy to create the illusion that pulling the trigger is the same normal event as exhaling a breath.

He was making a conscious 'shoot or not' decision, and this was the culprit of his hesitation.

May I ask, when playing the game "PUBG Mobile: Battle Royale", would you be merciful and seriously consider whether to shoot because the person opposite you looks very familiar?

Would it be better if I closed my eyes, assuming that it wasn't Wade Wilson who was facing me, but a stranger.an enemy--

Unnamed didn't close his eyes: Visual deception was worthless to him, the blades of grass around him didn't stop swaying, and Deadpool's heartbeat didn't become unreal.

He stares at Wade's visor, and he's perfectly able to picture those cheating, talking eyes in his head.

What was Wade thinking at this moment?Anonymous suddenly popped up this question in his mind:

Is he 'frightened'?Or is it that you are already numb to this kind of constant death and resurrection, or are you wondering and hoping that Anonymous can do it quickly?

Yes, this is the 'difference'.

This is not a game, no matter how much this so-called 'system' tries to confuse the boundary between reality and games, this is not a game either.I am the proof, and so is Deadpool.Two thinking beings stand here face to face.

Without words, carefully guessing the other party's mind, isn't this an "beautiful" existence that is absolutely absent in the game?

Unnamed lowered his arms, pointing his gun at the ground.He let the abandoned firearm slip out of his hands and fall into the soft grass without even making a sound.Then he took a step forward and embraced Deadpool.

Live together, or die together.This is his choice, not anyone else's control, even if he is holding the life of Deadpool. .

Yes, if he doesn't do it, maybe the two of them will die together, and then Deadpool will wake up again and bear the pain of living alone; Get out of the way.

But please don't blame him for lack of courage, and don't force him to face all possible bad consequences: the one who pulled the trigger was the emotionless monster a few months ago, not the unknown who has transformed into a human.

No need to think, this is not a strategic issue that can be measured with reason and analyzed with thought. It is different from the choice of whether to outflank to the left or press the line to the right, whether to temporarily put away the gun and throw a mine, or take the opportunity to enter the house through the window.

As a 'human being', Unnamed touched the edge of 'principle' for the first time, and began to truly recognize this contradictory decisive force that is completely influenced by emotion.This is why people get angry when they are cursed, fight to the death when their strength is disproportionate, and speak provocatively when they are most unwise.

Can you play chess——

No, but I don't need to, because this game is so obvious, it's a fucking insult to my IQ.Anonymous laughed silently, and mocked that 'eye' from the bottom of his heart.

The blue barrier is slowly approaching: it cannot be regarded as slow, but actually far exceeds the speed of human walking.The safe zone keeps shrinking until it doesn't exist at all.

The barrier symbolizing the poisonous circle passed over Unknown, and at the same time passed over Wade Wilson who was embracing him.

Unexpected warm feeling, it is easy to die in the abnormally comfortable body temperature, but it is really good as the last relief of life.

Unknown closed his eyes, and found that the rustling of the grass blades had stopped, and the surrounding was deathly silence, only his lover in the name of death—his heart beating powerfully, becoming the only lighthouse in the center of the ocean in the dark night.

Physical strength, or 'blood volume', is constantly being lost, but body movements are still not hindered in any way, and one can completely rely on one's own mind to control actions until the drop of blood volume exceeds that 'critical point' and the body collapses.

This is the most normal phenomenon in the drug circle, but this time it is extra gentle, taking away the unnamed physical strength little by little, making him more and more sleepy, and giving birth to a strong urge to just fall asleep now.

"..."

Deadpool might really want to say something, but he opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound, he only increased the strength of his arms, supporting Anonymous from slipping down.

When the possibility of something is less than one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth, anyone who makes a decision will assume that it is 'impossible'.However, when it happened, it should be regarded as inevitable and fate.At this point, the scales defy all laws, and deflect toward that 23479/[-].

The author has something to say: It's not a knife, it's Tangtang!