chun jie di xiao long
Chapter 363 Let There Be Light
Deadpool wobbled to his feet, fleshy sprouts constantly emerging around the hole in his chest, linking together, followed by layers of milky-white secretions spreading out, covering the entire wound, and fresh, tender flesh was born.
This terrifying regenerative ability truly surpassed ordinary people's understanding.
Zhou Ze's previous life's ashes were inside, and the original carrier was that Japanese priest who liked to stir up trouble, and he had undergone a plant-like rebirth.
It was hard to say that he was a human, or a plant, or even a zombie; in short, he was a freak created by the bookstore.
Before, Zhou Ze had merely thrown his minced meat into the glass jar, hoping he could slowly repair himself;
As a result, the little monkey, having nothing to do, urinated inside,
Then planted a seed,
And finally, a fruit grew.
The old Taoist couldn't understand why his boss would send Deadpool into battle, or was the boss trying to perfunctorily deal with that Attorney An, finding an unkillable cockroach for Attorney An to vent his anger on?
It was hard not to think that way, after all, Deadpool's position in the bookstore used to be that of a cleaner, and after his plant rebirth, he also worked as the "Dominator of Bookstore Mosquitoes".
But when it came to fighting, it seemed that Deadpool had never really fought.
From the old Taoist's personal point of view, he was very displeased with this Attorney An.
Everyone followed the salted-fish boss,
Living a carefree life of eating and drinking, how wonderful was that?
He was so old, he couldn't stand the hardship anymore.
"Boss?"
Yingying lowered her head to look at her boss. In Yingying's opinion, it would be better to let herself go than to let Deadpool go. She wasn't afraid of fighting, and she had always been by the boss's side, often passively absorbing the good fortune emanating from the boss.
Although she was only two hundred years old,
She was definitely not comparable to an ordinary two-hundred-year-old zombie!!!
"Let's take a look first."
Zhou Ze rubbed his chin.
Zhou Ze always felt that something was hidden beneath Deadpool's calm and dull appearance, especially the last time he secretly ran out of the bookstore to cause trouble at the net cafe run by the siblings.
Zhou Ze heard this from the old Taoist. Although everyone hadn't noticed any other changes in Deadpool since then, Zhou Ze, as someone who was "connected to him in mind," noticed the change in Deadpool.
What exactly was it?
He couldn't say,
But he would understand if he let him fight.
Boss Zhou, of course, knew what Attorney An and the little loli were thinking, wanting to change the salted-fish atmosphere of the bookstore. Boss Zhou neither agreed nor disagreed with this.
Of course,
The premise was that it didn't affect him.
It would be best for others to work hard as they wished.
…………
Deadpool recovered from his injuries,
Hanging his arms down,
Just looking at Attorney An like that,
His body swayed slowly from left to right, like an ancient pendulum.
He didn't know how to fight, and he hadn't learned how to fight, so naturally, he didn't understand any fighting stance, but since his godfather asked him to fight, he would definitely fight.
A smile appeared on the corner of Attorney An's mouth, a bitter smile. It seemed that this bookstore was beyond saving.
Was there anyone more perfunctory than this?
You guys don't come down to fight yourselves,
You, the boss, don't come down to fight,
But you send down a mosquito coil for me to fight?
Although he hadn't been to the bookstore for long, Attorney An knew that the person in front of him was actually a human-shaped mosquito coil, insecticide, and handyman in the bookstore.
Did they really think this was filming *Tian Long Ba Bu* or *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*?
That any random sweeping monk was an awesome character?
Deadpool began to attack.
He started running,
Started sprinting,
Started waving his arms,
Started opening his mouth.
This posture,
Made Xu Qinglang sink into contemplation, with a feeling of familiarity.
Oh,
He remembered,
It seemed that at the beginning, Boss Zhou also fought like this,
Waving his nails like a woman and scratching,
After all, although Boss Zhou often used knives in his previous life, he held a scalpel, not a machete, so he really didn't know how to fight.
Now,
Deadpool was really inheriting the style of his father.
Attorney An frowned. He felt that this kind of fighting was very boring. He waved his bony hand directly, and a gust of wind swept over, and Deadpool was once again blown away, without even having a chance to fight up close.
"Extremely boring."
Attorney An said,
Looking up at Zhou Ze, who was sitting on a chair watching the battle.
"Boss, why don't you come down and we can practice?"
Zhou Ze was still twirling his pen, ignoring him.
The little loli didn't chime in this time.
The others also looked at each other in dismay.
An Buqi was getting cocky,
He could just pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger,
But he wanted to practice with the boss?
The little loli also shook her head. She knew Zhou Ze's details, and she had also told An Buqi, but many things were hearsay, and Attorney An had never directly encountered Zhou Ze when he was going all out.
"Knock him down, and I'll fight you."
Zhou Ze said.
Over there,
Deadpool stood up again,
The clothes on his body were already torn, but the wounds on his body were still steadily healing.
"Him?"
Attorney An said with some lack of interest:
"If he can make me take a step back, I will admit that I am wrong. The bookstore can continue as it is, and I won't have any complaints."
If the bookstore was compared to a chamber of commerce, then Zhou Ze was definitely the owner, and Attorney An was the chief steward hired by Zhou Ze. The two sides clearly had differences in their development paths.
Since there were differences, a way had to be found to resolve them.
This was why Attorney An agreed to the little loli's trial.
He was a sophisticated egoist. His past glory coupled with his personality's pursuit of order and rules made it a little difficult for him to endure the current atmosphere of the bookstore.
To put it more figuratively, Attorney An felt that he was a frustrated and downcast official (of course, now he was a commoner), and then, on the way of frustration, he met the "Third Prince Zhu" of the previous dynasty, well, or "Third Prince Zhou."
He pinned his future glory and return on this "Third Prince Zhou," but this Third Prince Zhou didn't seem to fully understand what he was doing, and was still being a salted fish all day long. If he was a salted fish, what would he do in the future?
Deadpool charged up again.
He could feel his godfather's trust in him.
Attorney An casually waved his hand,
Intending to knock this mosquito coil away again.
Mosquito coils should be used to deal with mosquitoes, not for fighting.
However,
He missed.
Attorney An was stunned for a moment,
Then,
He saw Deadpool suddenly changing direction and pouncing on him from the side.
The bone claws pressed down again.
A mosquito coil that could change direction,
Was still a mosquito coil.
"Amen!"
A low voice came from the mosquito coil,
Then,
An unbelievable scene appeared.
Deadpool's hand actually accurately grabbed Attorney An's bone claw.
The two sides,
Had actually fallen into a stalemate.
Attorney An's expression was solemn.
He suddenly couldn't understand the mosquito coil in front of him.
A mosquito coil with its own voice broadcast function?
Did it also store audio files of the *Bible*?
Also,
His strength,
How did it suddenly become so great?
In the distance,
Bai Yingying's eyes widened,
The old Taoist's jaw dropped,
Xu Qinglang's expression suddenly twitched,
Even the little loli had a serious and unbelievable expression,
Only Zhou Ze,
Had a smile on the corner of his mouth,
As if everything was under control.
In reality, he was panicking,
But he still had to pretend that everything was arranged behind the scenes by him.
When you're a boss, a leader,
You have to know how to pretend.
However, the pen was no longer twirling.
"Interesting."
Attorney An began to exert force,
And pressed down.
The hands of Deadpool and Attorney An's bone claws began to fester and melt rapidly, but at the same time, they were constantly recovering. However, the difference in strength was still evident, and Deadpool's hand was constantly being pressed down.
He began to get anxious,
And angry,
Because his godfather had asked him to come to fight,
Although he wasn't smart,
He was at least clear about one thing,
Since his godfather asked him to come to fight,
He definitely didn't want him to lose.
He was agitated,
And anxious,
And then,
He shouted:
"God said, let there be light!"
Then,
Light appeared.
A dazzling white light appeared,
Attorney An flew out and landed heavily on the side, with a scorched mark on his bone claws, and a piercing pain came.
For a moment,
Attorney An had the illusion that he was fighting a Western priest.
Deadpool also flew out and smashed into the wall. He was in an even worse state.
"He's very similar to someone." Bai Yingying said.
"Yes, that Japanese priest." Zhou Ze smiled and stood up from his chair.
Deadpool's mind was still a bit impaired. Although he seemed to have awakened part of the abilities inherited from the Japanese priest, he didn't know how to apply them specifically.
For example, the holy light with pure power,
While it certainly hurt Attorney An, who was also an evil entity,
The damage to himself was even greater, because he was not a living person now, not a priest, just an even more outlandish evil existence.
"You lost."
Zhou Ze walked towards Attorney An.
Attorney An had said that as long as Deadpool could make him retreat, he would admit defeat. Now, not only had he retreated, but he had also been sent flying. He had already lost completely.
"What exactly is this thing?"
Attorney An asked in confusion.
A sweeping monk?
A mosquito coil?
A radar insecticide?
"You know, life in the bookstore is a bit boring, or rather, a bit leisurely, so sometimes I like to plant some flowers and plants."
"And then?" Attorney An asked.
"And then I planted him."
"And then what?"
"And then he grew out."
Zhou Ze pointed at Deadpool.
"So, what are you trying to say, Boss?"
"What I want to say is that, in fact, it's also good to read the newspaper and drink tea at home, and if you have nothing to do, plant some flowers and plants or raise some small animals,
Like raising some cute little snakes or playing with two ferrets.
Perhaps,
It can be more effective than going outside to fight."
"............" Attorney An.
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Last night, I thought about the slogan for asking for monthly tickets.
I remember when I was in middle school, I read *Xian Ni*, and the words of Er Gen, "How dare we cultivators fight?" felt very domineering and impressive.
Long wanted to learn it, "We guests from hell, what is there to fear in battle?" but it always felt awkward.
I thought about it,
Well,
I thought of a very appropriate slogan for asking for monthly tickets:
Dead ghosts,
Give me your monthly tickets!