Chapter 3086

It's always comfortable to communicate with smart people. Little Franklin was just worried that the death knell would break the "reference", but now that the supreme mage can provide other healthy universes as a model, the problem does not exist.

Leave tonight.

Pack up the materials and materials in the castle and put the confused mother and the sister who has always been a dead fish eye expression into his pocket. Franklin said he was ready.

Just enter the diversity of 40K earth first, and then gradually improve your universe.

As for the death knell of the earth, it doesn't need to be considered. Can we break the rotten ship of the cancerous universe?

Some people may think Franklin made a hasty decision, but in fact he was already on the fifth floor.

Your ship may sink at any time, and it has attracted countless eyes because of its strange shape. Now there is a ship passing by from a distance. Do you still have time to study whether it is sail power or steam turbine?

Jump over first, and the new ship will be finished without sinking for the time being. Later things will be discussed later.

Su Ming also knows what the boy thinks. He is not arrogant. He can make others bow their heads and worship.

However, the relationship between people is to use each other. Originally, the two parallel worlds of 40k-1 and 40k-2 were experimenting with the "direction of human evolution". Now there is a Franklin universe, and there is a volunteer mouse.

It's hard to jump into the death knell cage... Boat. Just make an honest contribution to mankind.

Although both sides have their own calculations, in the dark hall of the castle, the death knell still affectionately held the child in his arms, and the boy snuggled up on his strong shoulders with a warm expression.

Suddenly, I thought it would be a father and son with good feelings.

This made dum taste a little delicious. It was like seeing his son lying in the arms of other men. He felt something wrong

However, he also knew that this was the result of the negotiation. Although he didn't know what details they talked about after their sudden disappearance, now it seems that the result should be good.

"We can leave." Dr. destruction finally glanced at another castle of his own, and the regret in his eyes turned into firmness.

In any case, he will not let himself become so miserable at the end of time. The parallel world is like a mirror. Looking at another self from the perspective of bystanders, he can often experience more.

The knell obeyed the good advice. He put Franklin in dum's arms. "Let's go and see how the dead waiter is. When he returns to normal and stabilizes the old people, we can go home."

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When they returned to space, Tony woke up. He was like a hangover, staggering and staring at a biscuit.

"Girls, has the waiter changed?"

Su Ming flew back to the flying carpet that his cloak had become, reached out and touched its cocked collar, and spoke to several women.

"It's nothing special, except that he tried to take out his ears with his toes while dancing, planned to peel his skin and roll it into a microphone, wanted to eat his nose as a taco, and so on."

Daisy rubbed her dry eyes. How to say, watching the dead waiter go crazy for a long time is really a kind of spiritual pollution.

"When on earth shall we wait?" Carol sat cross legged, propped her face with her arms and looked at the bitch with her head askew: "Slade, is there nothing you can do to make him return to normal?"

"Ladies, his normality is not normal for ordinary people."

Monica carries a can of coffee. As a policeman, it's a professional habit to drink coffee when watching. She also has to tell some inappropriate jokes:

"In the records of our police station, the dead waiter once stole a horse in New Orleans. Then he took off his clothes and rode on the street. Many people who have seen his rotten body have serious psychological problems in the future."

"Sounds like fun, not too much."

Daisy whispered. After all, Wade is Slade's cousin. Naturally, she should talk to him.

Carol shrugged. She turned off the subject, looked at the boy held by dum and asked, "where did you pick up this child?"

"A survivor."

Dr. doom didn't mean to explain. He blocked the question in a word.

Franklin still kept his weak child's disguise and lay motionless in dum's arms, but in fact, he had already thought a lot when he saw another surprised captain.

"Ah, my head hurts." At this time, Tony, who only recovered, interrupted the communication between the people and looked at the physical examination report in the projection of the mask: "the skin on the back of my head has been broken and bleeding. Hey, why should I help you, not only without good cigarettes and wine, but also beaten?"

"You can only blame yourself. Your willpower is too poor." The death knell sat on the edge of the flying carpet and took out a few cans of beer from his pocket for everyone to drink: "if I didn't see you going crazy, I wouldn't stun you. Thank God you can keep your mind now."

Tony, with a crooked moustache, lifted his mask. He angrily picked up a can of beer: "don't come to me if there is such a bad thing in the future. Although the star swallowing engine is a little inspired for my scientific research project, if the price of exchanging this benefit is being beaten again and again, it's still free."

With that, he suddenly opened the beer and wanted to take a few mouthfuls to calm down, but with too much force, the wine turned into white foam and sprayed on his face, causing a burst of laughter.

But just then, the dead waiter floating in the distance stopped moving. He was like a toy monkey running out of battery, and finally stopped.

"I'll go and see what happens. You're on alert." The bell drank the beer in his hand, flattened the jar, put it away, and raised the mask.

Then he took the God killer who became a big clip and flew to his cousin floating in space.

At this time, Wade was like an abandoned rag doll, and his self-healing ability almost stopped working. The whole person seemed to be dead, just "fruit floating" in space.

Clamp his head with a large clip like a sanitation worker picking up garbage, shake it gently for a few times, and there was no response.

Clamp your neck and shake again. There's still no response.

The weapon composed of golden light stretched down

The waiter suddenly sat up, covered his crotch with both hands, took out a spare uniform from his waist bag to hide his shame: "it's not possible there. Even if you're my cousin, you can't touch my place. I've depended on it all my life."

"Are you a duck?" Su Ming put away his clip angrily and threw a bandage to his cousin: "you're still leaking shit. Plug it first."

"If you didn't give me those damn things to drink, how could I do this?!" The two corners of the dead waiter's mouth bent down and looked like crying: "my PG13 grade... No!"

"It should have been gone since you took the video." The death knell took out 500 yuan as compensation and threw it in his cousin's arms.

The waiter who took the money immediately didn't care. He put on his uniform, moved his neck, and forced the roll of gauze into his pants: "Oh, nc17 is enough anyway, but I seem to be sick again. I just remember seeing the moon grow tentacles. What happened later? Why do I feel my brain burning? "

"Nothing. Come on, you send us all back to 40K earth first, and then I'll tell you slowly." The death knell gestured to let the people close, the action was over, and the weapon of love was officially started.

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