Welcome, after which,

the tortoise-shell man collapsed onto the ground, motionless.

Zhou Ze, who had been standing beside him, also froze after saying "Welcome," remaining stationary in place.

The two of them seemed to be playing a game of Red Light, Green Light.

Seeing this, the black girl first ran towards the Deadpool, but halfway there, she gritted her teeth and rushed to Zhou Ze first, saying in a tone full of concern:

"Boss, are you okay?"

The boss didn't respond.

"Boss?"

The black girl cautiously reached out and poked Zhou Ze's shoulder.

Zhou Ze's body swayed,

falling downwards.

The black girl quickly caught him and gently placed him on the ground.

Immediately afterwards,

the black girl quickly got up and ran to Deadpool to check on him.

Deadpool's body was now in a state of near collapse. The previous explosion might not have had much impact on Zhou Ze, but for Deadpool, who had fully extended his body to block the opponent's retreat, it was like receiving the full brunt of the damage.

Moreover, he had even served as Zhou Ze's first meat shield.

"Are you okay?"

the black girl asked anxiously.

This time,

she asked with sincerity.

Deadpool smiled foolishly.

The black girl gently punched Deadpool in the chest, and then, afraid of really hurting him, immediately reached out to caress him,

"It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay."

Deadpool raised his chin,

indicating the direction of the pit.

The black girl's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she lowered her neck while bringing her mouth close to Deadpool's ear,

whispering:

"You want to take this opportunity… to kill the boss?"

Deadpool, upon hearing this,

his eyes widened suddenly,

and his body trembled.

Already seriously injured, he was almost scared to death.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Deadpool began to cough violently,

streams of green foam spilling from his mouth.

Others spew blood, but his blood is not red.

"Huh?"

"Little brother… little brother…"

The black girl glanced down at Deadpool's lower body, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"Your little brother is still there."

"…" Deadpool.

"You bastard, this damn little brother of yours almost killed you, you know? It's not like he has a future or potential, but he almost cost you your life!"

The black girl was furious. Clearly, she knew who Deadpool was talking about from the start.

Speaking of which, she had originally happily prepared fresh juice to curry favor with the boss on behalf of her man, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, her man would almost be purged by the boss.

Anyone would be angry!

Deadpool's identity was already a bit awkward. As long as he could be at peace, working as a central air conditioner, doing logistics, and occasionally going out to help out, that would be fine. Time might not change everything, but at least it could dilute "everything."

At least,

the black girl felt that under her guidance, Deadpool could get on this bandwagon. Who knows where he could go in the future, but it was definitely something to look forward to!

This time, her mysterious little brother-in-law suddenly came to the door, making the boss disgusted, and also reviewing some memories that the boss might have been too lazy to remember.

Affection and impressions cannot be measured by specific values, but they really do decrease with each use.

After all,

no matter how lazy the boss is,

who would dare to ignore the lesson of Dong Zhuo, the loyal and virtuous minister of the Han Dynasty?

At this moment, the door of the wax museum was pushed open, and Xu Qinglang and the little boy walked in.

"Whoa."

Xu Qinglang reached out and wiped his forehead helplessly,

saying to the little boy:

"We seem to have played the role of Hong Kong police officers."

……………

Blackness is a prelude to whiteness.

When the black fades away,

the world,

suddenly brightens up.

Zhou Ze found himself standing in a Western-style classical living room.

In front of him was a long table,

a man who looked exactly like him sat at one end of the long table,

wearing a black suit,

with a faint air of reserve in his meticulousness.

A faint fragrance permeated the air, um, the scent of meat.

At the same time,

soft piano music gently wafted around.

This was a very nice atmosphere, a very high-end atmosphere, low-key luxury with substance.

But Boss Zhou has always been a destroyer of small and fresh atmospheres,

saying:

"Are you sick in the head!"

Pulling me into the depths of my soul is one thing,

but setting up such a layout,

you must have recovered well recently and have nothing better to do!

Besides, you old tortoise, if you want to eat, just eat. I have a whole bunch of things to deal with and clean up outside. Why did you inexplicably pull me in? Could it be that you've been sleeping too much and eating too much recently and can't even handle a tortoise?

Ying Gou just sat there, looking at Zhou Ze.

Boss Zhou looked at the black suit on Ying Gou, and then at his own bare upper body,

suddenly having the illusion that the images of the two had been reversed.

It seems that the one who likes to show off his muscles is not me.

"Hey, that's not right of you. You got yourself a suit, what about me?"

Ying Gou pointed behind Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze turned around,

seeing a suit hanging on a clothes rack.

This should be prepared for me.

Nodding,

Boss Zhou followed the local customs,

and actually put on the suit,

and then sat down at the other end of the long table,

with a metal cover placed in front of him, presumably containing today's dish.

Unsurprisingly,

it should be related to turtles.

So,

Ying Gou's speed is really fast enough, killing a turtle and cooking it, all in the blink of an eye.

Alas, poor old turtle.

Zhou Ze looked at the knives and forks in front of him,

"Do I hold the knife in my left hand or my right hand?"

Ying Gou ignored him.

"Hey, are you really sick today, putting on this show?" Zhou Ze pointed around and said, "It's really flamboyant."

Ying Gou lowered his eyelids slightly,

"This is arranged according to the environment that someone likes most in their heart."

"…" Zhou Ze.

So, having someone who can peek into your inner world at any time is really an unpleasant thing.

The most important thing is that if the other party is a woman, it can be slightly more acceptable, but it happens to be a man, and the kind who couldn't be straighter.

"What does this mean, are you inviting me to dinner?"

Boss Zhou said with some surprise,

what wind is blowing today,

so polite?

Ying Gou didn't speak, just made a gesture of invitation.

Zhou Ze nodded,

somewhat expectantly lifting the metal cover with his hand,

and then,

was stunned,

a turtle head,

placed on the plate in front of him,

still with blood, full of ferocity, and the most speechless thing was that broccoli was actually used as a garnish on the edge of the plate.

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Ying Gou reached out,

placed it on his chin,

and asked:

"What do you mean by this?"

In the next moment,

the style of painting suddenly changed,

this living room began to stretch and shatter constantly,

while Ying Gou's location began to rise continuously,

the long table began to transform into white, and finally skulls slowly stacked up,

all around,

the sound of waves came.

The petty-bourgeoisie inner-world environment completely disappeared,

replaced by

the most primitive combination of the Sea of ​​Netherworld and the Throne of Bones in the depths of the soul world.

Ying Gou sat bare-chested at the top of the Throne of Bones,

saying:

"What I want… is the Dragon Vein… what you gave me… is what?"

Zhou Ze reached out, loosened the tie around his neck, and said:

"I was just afraid you were too hungry, so I sent you something to fill your stomach first."

"Clang!"

A collision came,

Zhou Ze's body swayed, almost falling on the bone platform. Looking back,

a huge headless turtle was lying across the Sea of ​​Netherworld.

Poor old turtle.

"Do… you… think… this… is… your… kennel… anything… can… be… thrown… here?"

Zhou Ze straightened his body again, simply took off the not-so-comfortable tie, and said:

"Was I wrong to do that?"

"Dragon… Vein…"

Zhou Ze blinked,

smiled,

and pointed to the top of the Throne of Bones,

saying:

"Shut your mouth."

If you were to rate the top ten highlight moments of Boss Zhou's life, oh no, the two lifetimes, this moment, this picture, would definitely be in the top ten.

If it were made a little older and turned into a painting, and handed over to those people who come up with language questions, they could help you analyze the spirit of human beings never succumbing to nature and resisting evil, directly approaching Jingwei filling the sea and the Foolish Old Man moving mountains.

"Do you think that me just randomly finding something to feed you makes you feel like you have a misplaced identity? Who exactly is the dog that needs to be fed?

Me finding you something to eat was really superfluous, right? Are you just pulling me in here today to argue or declare your dissatisfaction?"

"Watch… dog…"

"Heh." Boss Zhou smiled, "Honestly, when you repeat these three words now, I no longer feel humiliated, but instead think you're really silly."

Ying Gou stopped talking,

just pressed his palm down.

The surface of the Sea of ​​Netherworld began to stagnate,

and then froze,

the originally turbid and bloody seawater actually became as transparent as a mirror after freezing.

Zhou Ze stood to the side and looked down.

Through the sea,

he saw that below,

there was actually a majestic mountain standing there,

it should be the Taishan phantom that had descended into his body and had been used by him to smash all of Ying Gou's countless figures.

Immediately afterwards,

Zhou Ze suddenly discovered that

this mountain was actually showing a sign of decline at this time.

There was no green left on it,

only a kind of withered yellow,

and stones were constantly falling off, and large areas of the mountain began to collapse.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Ze had just turned around,

when he saw Ying Gou appearing behind him.

"Not… much… time… left…"

"Are you talking about this mountain?"

"Also… person…"

"Person? Who?" Zhou Ze asked.

Ying Gou stared at Zhou Ze,

and replied:

"You… know… who…"