But does this kind of strength really make sense?

The first time Deadpool broke the glass of the car, but because the reinforced glass of the subway was too hard, half of his body was stuck in the glass. One hand was trying its best to hold down the glass next to him and push in.

He squeezed, even if the sharp fragments scratched his body and brought out the twisted and dark flesh, he didn't care!

No. It doesn't make any sense.

No wonder Lin Nian would show that fragile and helpless expression sometimes. It turned out that he had always felt this way.

The carriage door that was knocked away by Deadpool scratched past Lu Mingfei's feet, hit the ground and rolled with a loud noise, leaving thrilling scratches on the marble floor.

Lu Mingze, by the way, I still have Lu Mingze. Do you want to ask Lu Mingze to come out? Is it still too late? Can Lu Mingze save all this?

No, Lu Mingze might not be able to do it. If he could do it, then he should have taken the initiative to persuade him to exchange a quarter for this crisis, but he never showed up, which meant that

There was nothing he could do.

The girl's frightened scream came from the carriage, and was immediately covered by the noise of the iron roof being peeled off. She raised her head and saw the cracked roof, and standing on top of the train was a perverted gibbon-like creature.

Deadpool's arms were almost as long as his entire body, and the swollen muscles under his scales were like the barrels of heavy artillery. He easily destroyed the solid ceiling of the subway, revealing the delicious flesh and blood inside the jar, as well as his fangs.

The snake-like tongue between the sharp teeth quickly stirs the secreted acidic saliva.

The girl's screams were hidden in the devastating noises that came one after another, and everything was sliding towards the irreversible abyss.

The boy outside the carriage stood motionless and heard her cry out the only name she could rely on and the only one who could save him when she was desperate to the end, "Lu Mingfei--help me!"

She's calling my name.

my name.

It wasn't anyone else, not Lu Mingze, not Lin Nian, not Chu Zihang, not Caesar Gattuso, she was calling Lu Mingfei, she was calling me, asking me to save her.

Outside the subway, Lu Mingfei, who was listening to everything and with his back to everything, raised his head. The magma in the molten red golden eyes was boiling and erupting, and giant bubbles continued to rise and burst with scorching heat of thousands of degrees Celsius. At the same time, the left side of his neck

The scales on the body began to squirm to both sides, revealing the pure white skin. Deep under the white skin, bright red blood vessels surrounded by white connective tissue quietly flowed with angry blood.

At this moment, he was expressionless, looking up at the sky outside the dome.

She is calling me to save her.

—

I don’t know when the subway station fell silent.

That's because the Deadpools who rushed into the subway train stopped moving.

Every one, every individual was frozen and motionless, the ones on the roof of the train, the ones stuck in the glass, the ones rushing into the aisle, and even the Deadpool whose claws were closest to the target stopped on Chen Wenwen's forehead.

, all stopped their movements.

Quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

Chen Wenwen, who was so frightened that she almost collapsed, closed her eyes and huddled in the corner of the carriage. She did not feel the pain of physical tearing until a long time ago, and her ears were filled with silence.

No, besides the dead silence she also heard a strange sound.

She identified it as the sound of water flowing, reminiscent of the hissing sound of high-pressure water lines rushing out of water pipes.

Gradually, she boldly opened her eyes and saw the sharp claws in front of her forehead. She also saw the owner of the claws, the hideous and terrifying Deadpool, looking back motionless.

It turned its head neatly like all the Deadpools, and its dark gold snake eyes looked in the same direction.

So Chen Wenwen also looked over.

Reflected in Deadpool's pupils and in Chen Wenwen's gaze, the white light from the carriage illuminated the back of the man walking forward on the platform outside.

Every time the man takes a step forward, the bright red "stream" stretches a step further. The sound of water splashing in the empty and quiet subway station is so quiet and sweet, as if there is only such a sound in the world, long, delicate and endless.

.

On his left side, a blood-red stream gurgled down, and the source of the stream was his neck.

A huge, incredible, fountain of blood spilled from his neck. Because of his blood pressure, the blood that burst out of his blood vessels actually spilled out in a beautiful arc, and rain-like rose blood dropped on the marble surface.

The ground flowed into a "stream" as he walked.

In the station, you could only hear the sound of high-pressure blood gushing out of your veins, and a strange, sweet aroma filled the air.

If this was under the scorching sun, maybe he could still see a rainbow? But now there is no sun or even moonlight in the sky above his head, and the people who appreciate all this are also a group of twisted things who don't understand aesthetics. But he is still willing to create this spectacle

, just to bet on the possibility that jumped out of his mind.

Feeling that it was almost done, he stopped and pressed his right hand on the right side of his neck. A steady stream of blood flowed down his side and dyed half of his body red.

Under the illumination of the white lights in the carriage, his body was half blood-red and half pitch-black, and his lava-like golden eyes were silently looking at the group of Deadpools who were crawling on the train and watching him neatly.

""Looking at it now, it seems that he won the bet.

The ruby-red "stream" is a deadly thing that no blood-thirsty monster can refuse.

Ah, what a perfect nightmare scenario.

But since it is his nightmare, the protagonist must be himself, not anyone else.

He retreated into the darkness where the lights in the train compartment could not shine, until he could no longer see his figure, and could only see the cold and crazy pair of molten red golden eyes in the darkness.

I am a person who occasionally goes crazy! This was Lu Mingfei’s mantra later.

The screams that were several times louder than before resounded in the sky, and the distorted and frantic cries tore apart the "bottom line" of the screaming monsters. Those blood-thirsty monsters broke through the shackles of the so-called "orders" and were tempted by the blood of the "King"

, what kind of childish joke is the so-called control? It is an indelible desire for evolution engraved in the genes! That jewel-like crimson blood stream swallowed up all their reason, making them madly follow the fatal blood stream regardless of everything.

, rush into the darkness on all fours!
Chapter completed!