The Sims: Heartbroken

Bruce glanced at Yang Li speechlessly, and erected the newspaper again to cover his face; Dick was stunned for a while, and couldn't help laughing out loud; the reliable butler hooked the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Bruce, who was pretending to be reading a newspaper, "I'm not surprised," he said slowly, "Master Bruce has also poisoned the kitchen at home—I personally don't recommend that Master Bruce approach the kitchen."

"I'm very capable of surviving in the wild." Bruce turned a page of the newspaper and complained half-truthfully, "The fire at home...was purely accidental."

What's more, in Yang Li's house...the kitchen utensils are very black technology.

So it's probably not all his fault.

"If you're not good at it, there's nothing wrong with letting someone who is better at it do it." Yang Li smiled gently, "I don't think I'm a kitchen killer."

Bruce: "..."

OK, you are in charge of cooking, I am in charge of eating, the division of labor is clear.

Dinner seemed to be going well.

— until a bell rang suddenly.

Yang Li was stunned for a moment, and patted his pockets all over his body. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the phone from the air.

...Oh, I carried it on my body before... I died once, but I didn't lose it, and it was directly stored in my personal space.

Yang Li smiled apologetically, got up and went out to answer the phone.

"……Hello?"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a while.

"...Honey?"

The person on the other end of the phone... His voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Li was stunned for a while before realizing that it was Wade.

"do you miss me?"

He slowed down his voice and even slowed down his steps.

"...I heard you died."

"Oh, she (Death) is a liar."

"Really." Wade sneered, "I saw the video of you being shot."

"I saw you get shot too."

Yang Li's footsteps became brisk again. "

He moved away from Bruce and the others, sounding inexplicably flippant, "You don't look like it's a big deal."

Oh, it was a night, an unforgettable night, the garden, the gunfire, the picture was even bloodier.

"—that's different, damn it, that's different! I'm not going to die! Why are you going over to the clown?!"

When he opened his eyes, he found that the person next to him was gone.

Look for it—results?News of death.

Wade Wilson even had a bit of a mental explosion.

"I won't die either." Yang Li walked to the garden of the manor, "She doesn't welcome me... I really don't know if I should be lucky."

Here you can just see the glass of the restaurant.

He saw Bruce's back—as if he had a tacit understanding, or was the Gotham vigilante's nerves too sharp? ——Bruce just glanced back, the original calm and even happy expression on his face dissipated a little, and he raised his eyebrows, as if asking him, "How did you get there?"

Yang Li pointed to the phone, then to the door.

Bruce nodded, paused for a moment, pulled out a smile, and waved to Yang Li.

His den was still the same den, no explosions, no burglaries, no electrical failures—it was safe.

Except Wade.

Yang Li listened to the confusing description on the phone—this person's jumping thinking had brought the topic to a day trip to Arkham, ruined the clown to muddy face, and finally brought it back to the topic—— "Gotham is not safe."

Yang Li walked from Wayne Manor to his little den step by step, with a hint of innocence in his voice, "But I won't die."

Wade didn't seem to realize that the source of the sound suddenly appeared behind him, and scratched his head violently, "Will not die and will die are completely two concepts, okay! Isn't New York bad? I can still take you there Look at baby spiders..."

"Spider-Man?" Yang Li approached slowly, Wade seemed to have noticed it, and turned around slightly, "I heard he is an underage hero..."

And died at that age.

"The point is that New York is safer... Well, I don't even believe it. Anyway, you stay away from Gotham, you can't let it go—" He dropped the phone, turned to look at Yang Li, his expression was gnashing his teeth so that he looked like He wanted to bite off his tongue, "Can't let go of that black bastard, don't you know how to teleport?"

"You know I can teleport, and you still want me to leave?"

"Anyway, don't meddle in this matter. You can still shoot him directly in New York, and in Gotham... DC and Marvel are two companies, do you know? If you kill the clown, maybe the big Bats will be the first to come to you to settle accounts. And the lunatic who put white powder on his face will be extra excited to see that you are still alive. "

The remaining half of the sentence was swallowed into a light kiss.

The chattering Wade was quiet for two seconds, licked his lips, and muttered, "One more."

So they exchanged a second kiss.

"Do you know how cunning you are doing this? It seems that no one can condemn you, oh, sweetheart baby who is always right, you just broke the hearts of a few pure men..." Wade said Burying his face into Yang Li's arms, "Ohdear, you are really still alive..."

He rubbed Yang Li hard, "You must not know that I fought with the big bat over whether to kill the clown."

"Guess."

"The result? Oh, you must know the result. The result is that he might escape again in a few days. Don't complain about Arkham's supervision ability. This is the so-called plot need... What kind of shit plot."

He is again casually belittling the fruits of other people's labor, which is shameless.

"To shut up."

"—But, killing people is really bad."

Yang Li frowned.

Wade looked up at him, "Don't tell me that you are from DC now - my God, I actually lost in the three views?"

"lose?"

"You know, although you may pretend not to see it, I'm the kind of person who lives by killing people."

Wade stretched out an index finger, and quickly pointed at the gun uniform and two knives, "And you?... You seem to have the word "good guy" written on your face."

Yang Li doesn't like war.

He didn't like death much either.

After all, war takes life—and life is the foundation of everything.

Yang Li stared at Wade, the answer was already circling in his mind - but even he would have a feeling that something was wrong with this answer.

Seeing that Wade's expression was gradually getting low and even irritable, he blinked, pulled away seriously, and stared into Wade's eyes, "I don't know if I'm a good person, and I really don't like death very much— —”

Maybe it makes me feel that way because Wade doesn't kill innocent people indiscriminately?

... No, whatever is fine, this is probably what I mean.

"...It's good that you're happy."