"Did you see it? This is the result of free fall. You have to blame the damn gravity."

Qi Ji stuffed the bones that pierced the flesh on his right arm back. At this moment, he had returned to the rooftop, and his clothes were barely intact.

He didn't care at all about the horrified look of the girl standing next to the eaves.

After seeing the girl's expression, Qi Ji kindly stretched out a blood-stained hand towards the girl: "My name is Deadpool, Deadpool's Deadpool's Deadpool's Deadpool's Deadpool's Staff, I know everything, what are your name?"

"My name is Lu Bingbing..."

"That's great Bingbing, you are finally willing to speak. I thought you were a mute, and I knew everyone was willing to be my friend, although I don't care what you are called."

Lu Bingbing hesitated for a while and then placed her hand on Qi Ji's stretched out hand. The sticky feeling of flesh and blood made Lu Bingbing feel a little uncomfortable.

"Very good, come down slowly," Qi Ji pulled Lu Bingbing down from the eaves little by little.

After she came down, Lu Bingbing breathed a long sigh of relief. Her body unconsciously collapsed on the ground, and tears began to flow out from the corners of her eyes.

Half an hour later, Qi Ji and Lu Bingbing sat in a crowded Chinese restaurant downstairs.

In front of Qi Ji was a bowl of hot sauce noodles, and in front of Lu Bingbing was a "meat" Jiamo with only steamed buns and green peppers. Qi Ji asked for her, saying it was the signature delicacy of this restaurant, a price of 3.98 US dollars.

"Look at this damn noodles, I love it so much." Qi Ji said, taking apart the disposable chopsticks, lifting the mask and exposing his mouth, and starting to feast.

Lu Bingbing hesitated for a while at the roujiamo in front of her, then raised her hand and picked up the roujiamo and took a small bite.

At this time, she saw Qi Ji exposed, and her disfigured chin almost choked to death, but for her cultivation, she quickly turned her gaze elsewhere.

"Why can't you think it through? You are so beautiful, there will be a group of second-hand goods queuing up to send you money and treasures." Qi Ji took a bite and ate half a bowl.

"I...I...I...I don't lack money, what I lack is...spiritual..."

"Tell me, Bingbing, burp~ I will be a good listener. You are right. Spirit is greater than money~" Qi Ji said, burping comfortably, inserting the chopsticks into the clean noodle bowl, and Lu Bingbing was stunned.

"We are all from your age, and you have never experienced anything. You may not believe it when you say it. I was as old as you ten years ago."

"I believe." Lu Bingbing raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was amused by Qi Ji.

"How frivolous is life? I will tell you that some time ago, I got on a train, not "get" a train, but "get" a train, and the train was full of zombies that wanted to eat my zombies. I was weak and helpless and could only resist and kill all the zombies in the car;

There is also an evil factory full of bad guys with full armed forces. I can only kill them all to fill the little hearts that were hurt by them...

Just a few days ago, I was taken to an evil ring, and then I drove away all the bad guys with my intelligence. So, there is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who are interested."

"Uncle, although I know you are bragging, I am still very happy that someone can talk to me."

"Hmm? I didn't brag, it's all true."

"My mom and dad divorced. Now I am the only one living with my mother. She hardly goes home to make money to support her family every day, so I have no one to talk to,

This is how my whole childhood came, and my classmates in school always like to discuss me behind my back, and everyone deliberately alienated me..."

"Oh, poor Bingbing," Qi Ji waved to the waiter and prepared to ask for another bowl of fried noodles, "Do you know, I was like you in my previous life. My parents were not by my side since I was a child, and I still care about other people's eyes.

I grew up next to my grandparents. Because I am introverted, I have no friends, and people who don’t speak, I am always alone. At that time, like you, I had the urge to kill myself,"

"Then what?"

"And then? When I wanted to kill myself, I found myself in this silly world, and it turned into the ghost look you saw. My brain cells are growing wildly every day, which makes me a little abnormal sometimes,"

Qi Ji said as he lifted up his hood, which scared Lu Bingbing to suck. In order not to affect others' meals, Qi Ji quickly put the hood down again.

"But this abnormality also allowed me to see through this world. Do you understand? Everything except yourself is fake! We are in Truman's world!

It’s better to be comfortable to spend your whole life thinking about it! Go and eat what you like to eat! Go and do what you like to make! Instead of being instructed by others like a marionette!

Listen to Bingbing, you are still young now, but I hope you can understand that you have to live for yourself. You are the most important thing. Don’t worry about other people’s opinions anymore, okay? Living in other people’s eyes will be very tired. When you stand on the roof, you should understand this truth, because when you stand on the top floor, your spirit is greater than everyone’s pursuit of material things. You are the queen! You are fucking supreme!!!”

"Thank you, uncle, I'm out of sight!" A little crystal tears appeared in Lu Bingbing's eyes.

"It's the big brother." Qi Ji took the fried noodles brought by the waiter, "Isn't this what life is like? The previous bowl is the sauce noodles, the next bowl is the fried noodles. I will eat Russian charcoal grilled elbow tomorrow. It may be Korean food the day after tomorrow, but you will never know what you will eat the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah!" Lu Bingbing looked much happier.

"I have a question, why do your classmates say bad things about you? I can teach you how to make everyone like you."

"Because my mom is the richest man in Los Angeles, they are jealous of me."

"Wow, cool, you treat me for dinner today, waiter, give me all the most expensive dishes here, let's stop today's conversation."

“Why?”

"Because I started to hate you."

...

Eleven o'clock at night.

Sister Margaret’s bar is as smoky as ever, with countless mercenaries playing billiards, smoking and exchanging information here, or just coming here to simply fight and drink.

At the bar, Qi Ji took a large glass of beer and drank it all in one go. After drinking it, he smashed the glass heavily on the wooden table of the bar. After wiping his mouth, Qi Ji put on his head hood again: "Do you know, there is always a hulk in your beer that has dried Rocky."

The weasel's subordinate who was wiping the glass was paused. He looked at Qi Ji: "Hey, come and see! The red trash can in front of me can actually speak!"

"It's a draw." Qi Ji said with a smile, and then the two of them touched their fists tacitly.

"What's the matter here to drink?" The weasel put the polished glass on the wine rack. "Is it because of your..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Qi Ji reached out and covered the weasel's mouth. "Don't, don't use my damn face to describe it again."

"Oh, OK... I mean, is it because your wrinkled face seems to have just finished wiping the toilet towel, so you are in a bad mood?"

"Damn!" Qi Ji slapped the bar, "I met a damn rich man playing with my feelings again today. Can you understand?"

"What's wrong? Are you attracted to by the rich woman again?" The weasel lifted two bottles of beer, raised the cap and handed it to Qi Ji a bottle, and then the two of them gently touched the bottle body.

"No, when I came out tonight for dinner, I met a group of people looking at the sky. Do you know, it's like seeing a UFO."

"Oh, that's really good, did you see it? I've been wondering if aliens have three tits."

"I was alone and I saved her. I heard her complain and told her a lot... What do you think?"

"She? Was she scared away by your ugly face?"

"No, weasel, no, no, her mother is actually the richest man in Los Angeles. Do you know, the richest man?" Qi Ji raised her head and took a sip of beer. "The family is rich and the money is too much to spend, so she actually wants to jump off the building."

"I'm all used to it. If she was my daughter, I think he might have joined S.H.E.L.D. to arrest me."

The weasel said as he took out a piece of paper from the bar, "Wade, are you interested in taking a few orders recently? Although you don't have much money, I have carefully screened it for you... Since you killed black last time, your mercenary killer list in California has risen dozens of places."

"Which one am I now?" Qi Ji said as he took another sip of beer.

"No. 132," said the Weasel, "the first one is a person named 'Slade Joseph Wilson', oh, what a coincidence, the same surname as you."

"Oh, Slade," Qi Ji threw the empty beer bottle on the ground. "That's my half-brother, DC's super villain. It is said that I was created as he did... Forget it, I have no interest in challenging him."

"Well, I have a few employment tasks here. I have chosen the best one for you, with a bounty of 100,000 US dollars. The goal is to kill a local bank capitalist named Jeffrey. He has made more than 300 million in three years. He has also done a lot of dirty hands during this period. I can also give you a message that this guy is Lucas's confidant."

"Sounds good, who is the person who sent this mission?"

"The banker's son."

"That's amazing. Call that damn banker's son now, Mr. Miracle, do it now." Qi Ji put the mask back on his face.
Chapter completed!