Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

As for this little girl's idol...

"This guy named Kamiki Hikaru is quite handsome."

"It's about one-fifth of my size."

Looking at the photos on his phone, Deadpool stroked his chin thoughtfully and said...

"Let's investigate this guy next."

What will happen if a little girl secretly goes to see her idol without telling her family?

As long as they don't look too bad for the audience, everyone can guess what will happen next.

But what if the little girl goes missing?

It's not just a matter of being ruined.

Deadpool, a former mercenary, is very aware of the shady business practices behind this.

Although I don't particularly like that child, I did accept the commission, so I should at least have some sense of contractual obligation.

Putting away his phone, Deadpool leaped off the edge of the rooftop.

He strikes a cool pose in mid-air, ready to land.

Then......

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

"Oh no! My legs!"

Deadpool, inside the spiderweb-like crater, was rolling around on the ground, clutching his legs.

It looks like it's in a lot of pain.

After rolling around a few times, it suddenly got up from the ground, showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

He dusted himself off and said to the empty air:

"Cut this part out, it's not allowed to air."

Meanwhile, the program crew filming at Zongwu High School had basically finished their morning activities.

Several artists were surrounded by a group of students who were asking them a barrage of questions.

The massive crowds I had initially imagined did not materialize.

Indeed, many high school students nowadays have a kind of inexplicable reserve.

Or rather, it could be described as rebellion.

What?

What are you all going to do?

Okay, then I won't go.

Looking at the excited crowd surrounding their idols, Narumi Ryou scratched his head in slight distress.

I wanted to go take a look, but there are so many people.

"Do you want an autograph, Ryou? I can go get it for you."

Sitting on the desk, swinging her legs, Nishiki Chizuka looked curiously at Narumi Ryou beside her and asked.

This morning, Narumi mentioned that she was thinking about it.

Nishiki Chisatsu kept it in mind.

"No, no, I was just curious, I'm not a fan of any celebrities."

Upon hearing this, Ming Piaoliang quickly waved his hand and explained.

She wanted an autograph just for fun.

In fact, she wasn't very interested in these celebrities and idols.

and.....

In sight, the students had barely surrounded the group and exchanged a few words when they were stopped by a group of bodyguards.

Are you kidding me? If we really let you students do whatever you want, what will happen to our jobs?

Even though the girls who pretended to be pitiful tried their best, they still couldn't get through the human wall.

Little brat, I've seen your little tricks all before.

I've seen even more alluring women.

"Wow, everyone is so enthusiastic."

Wiping away imaginary sweat from her forehead, Hoshino Ai gently patted her chest and said.

It was as if he still felt lingering fear.

But even such a gesture looks very cute.

This caused a stir among the students who were watching.

"Yes."

Mai Sakurajima, standing to the side, responded without turning her head.

In her line of sight, the guy named Hikaru Kamiki naturally moved closer to the Backstreet Girls after greeting his fans.

The whole process looked very natural.

Should we remind them?

Mai Sakurajima hesitated.

She didn't have much interaction with the Backstreet Girls, and even during today's shoot, they didn't talk much.

So she hesitated, wondering if going over to remind her would be seen as jealousy or something.

Believe it or not, the phenomenon of good intentions being misunderstood has been common throughout history.

The suspicion between people can be terrifying.

Moreover, strictly speaking, Mai Sakurajima has no direct evidence to prove that the other party is not a good person.

...Never mind, I'll give you a subtle hint if I get the chance.

After hesitating for a while, Mai Sakurajima temporarily gave up the idea of ​​directly reminding him.

Do your own thing first.

And we also need to be careful to prevent that guy from having any more thoughts about love.

Thinking of this, Mai Sakurajima looked at Hikaru Kamiki with even greater wariness.

Although they didn't have much contact, she really liked and loved this child.

Chapter 1179 Change of Mission Objective

In the mountains and fields, Deadpool, holding a roulette wheel in his hand, carefully moved through the woods.

His eyes, hidden behind the mask, scanned the surroundings, occasionally glancing down at the roulette wheel in his hand.

This roulette wheel is a small gadget from Deadpool's personal treasure chest.

It's not very useful, except that you can find someone to point you in the right direction.

Although it's much worse than the Hermit's Purple, it's still good enough.

Deadpool would love to have Joseph take a few photos for him if he could, but he has a feeling that if he just goes over there, he might be the one getting hit on the head.

So I thought about it and decided against it.

"How did you end up in a place like this?"

Looking at the increasingly desolate environment, Deadpool scratched his butt.

Could it be that there are hidden villas in this deep mountain? Do those people usually hide in places like this to have sex?

If there really is an impart, could you take me along?

Deadpool thought with a slightly unethical tone.

No matter how you look at it, that child is probably doomed.

Whether or not the organs are intact now, and whether or not they have been voluntarily donated, makes a difference.

To be honest, the best outcome Deadpool could imagine in this situation would be being imprisoned and treated like a plaything.

It's cruel, but that's the truth.

You may feel like you've accomplished nothing and are worthless.

But in some people's eyes, you are very valuable.

Of course, it's you taken apart.

Cornea, heart, bone marrow, liver, kidneys.

This is all pure, hard-earned money.

Who would turn down such a sum of money?

Morality?

That's something I'll consider after I've earned enough money.

Let's make some preparations.

Deadpool pulled out a small box from somewhere and started rummaging through it.

This contains Deadpool's collection accumulated over the years.

The contents inside can only be described as a complete mishmash.

There's a bottle of red wine that I opened but haven't been able to bring myself to drink.

Magazines with cute hearts drawn on them.

I don't know where this shroud was taken from.

Approximately ten milliliters of holy water.

A booklet containing 'magic that even a fool can perform'.

I won't go into detail about the remaining miscellaneous items.

After quickly tidying up, he stuffed the shroud he had torn from the mummy into his belt.

Prepare a box of silver bullets, which have been blessed by a monk and soaked in holy water, and engrave Taoist talismans.

Deadpool nodded in satisfaction.

What?

You asked him if this kind of thing is useful against supernatural beings or monsters.

How could this not work?!

Let's not even mention those sacred shrouds and consecrated holy water.

They're only talking about bullets.

Bullets are made of metal, belonging to the metal element, and possess the power to ward off evil and kill.

Gunpowder, belonging to the element of fire, symbolizes light burning away filth.

And to put it another way, who do you think invented gunpowder?

Aren't they just those Taoist priests who want to put everything into the alchemy furnace all day long?

Why do you think that in the past, when there were haunted mass graves, people never sought out Taoist priests to perform rituals, but instead simply bombarded them with firepower?

Regardless of any methods or procedures, just launch a missile.

Your ashes have been scattered.

"I'll definitely pay more when I get back."

As Deadpool trudged through the forest, he grumbled in dissatisfaction.