Marvel, who rescued him? !

Chapter 232 Kind Taylor

Who am I talking to?

Taylor stared at Harley Quinn inexplicably, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer this question.

Who could I be talking to, of course Deadpool...

But Taylor, who opened her mouth to answer, was stunned for a moment. In a moment of distraction, Deadpool sitting in the air had now turned into another Harley Quinn.

The two identical Harley Quinns showed beautiful smiles to Taylor, blinked their eyes at the same time, and raised their lips with black and purple lipstick.

"Fuck!!!" Taylor covered his head with both hands, damn it! I am not dreaming again now!

"Dreaming? What are you dreaming about?" Harley Quinn sitting in the air on the left blinked, her long eyelashes brushing the air, she swayed her slender white thighs, her eyes widened when she looked at Taylor, and she swayed neatly and white Teeth, tilting his head slightly to look at Taylor who felt horrified.

The Harley Quinn next to her looked silly, blinking like a fool, stretching out her little hand and waving curiously in the direction Taylor was looking at.

Her fingers passed through the other Harley Quinn's head, but neither Harley Quinn showed anything unusual.

"Hey--"

Taylor sighed, moved back, leaned against the bed, looked at the silly Harley Quinn with complicated emotions and said:

"Barbara...am I dreaming now?"

Are you dreaming? The silly Harley Quinn raised her finger and pointed at her chin, and started thinking not very smartly.

Harley Quinn, who was sitting in the air, thought of the idea first. She raised her palms and suggested:

"If we want to know if we are dreaming, all we need to do is wake up. If we wake up, it means we were indeed dreaming. If we can't wake up, it means, hahaha! It's all true. of!"

When Taylor was about to speak, Harley Quinn, the idiot sitting on the chair, raised her palms and shouted with a smile:

"I wonder if we are dreaming, hahaha! As long as we wake up, it will be fine. If we wake up, it means that we were indeed dreaming just now. If we cannot wake up, it means that all this is true. of!"

Mazefak!

Taylor's eyes swept across the two Harley Quinns, thinking back to Deadpool just now...

I am absolutely crazy, even if this is in a dream, I am absolutely crazy when I dream about two Harley Quinns!

"Barbara? Can you ask Dr. Bruce to come here for me? I have a little problem that I need to consult now..."

"Ask a psychiatrist about a small question?" the two Harley Quinns said in unison. Their eyes were bright and they looked at Taylor's pale face curiously. Harley Quinn sitting on the chair stood up and ran to Taylor's bed, blinking. Eyes, watching Taylor carefully with a crazy smile.

"Boss! Are you crazy? I have always had a dream to be a psychiatrist. How about... let me help you!"

"You damn lunatic, stay away from me!" Taylor looked disgusted and stretched out his palm to push Harley Quinn's head away.

Looking at Harley Quinn who was pouting and looking like she was unhappy, Taylor rubbed the foundation stuck on her hand directly onto Harley Quinn's shoulders.

"Hey~" Suddenly, Harley Quinn behind Harley Quinn showed a hysterical smile.

I don't know when this Harley Quinn gradually became completely different. She seemed to look more beautiful and moving, and the red and blue eyeshadow on her face became darker, like a thick ink of laughter and sadness.

There was vulnerability and loneliness in Taylor's eyes.

hum-

The headache came back again, as if there were ten thousand Grandma Rong in his mind who were grinning and pricking him with needles, or as if there were one hundred Deadpools in his mind who were running around naked.

Taylor held his head in pain, opened his mouth wide, and let out a silent cry.

The clone Taylor...the clone Taylor...the pain made Taylor finally remember why he fainted...it was because of the clone Taylor...

system!

【I am here! 】

"I'm here!"

Taylor was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Harley Quinn who smiled at him as happily as a bright firework!

What the hell is going on?

[Creating a villain named Taylor makes you lose half your soul. 】

The beautiful Harley Quinn took a step forward, her body passed through the Harley Quinn in front of her, she bent over and pouted her mouth and said:

"Boss~ Your efforts and gains are always directly proportional... You have gained so much, haven't you ever thought about what you have given?"

What did it cost?

I have lost my happiness because of my strength!

The silly Harley Quinn blinked her eyes and stared at Taylor's gloomy expression and his red eyes glaring at her chest. She couldn't help but shudder and asked tremblingly:

"Boss, are you okay? I'll go find Dr. Bruce for you right now!"

After saying that, Harley Quinn stood up and just raised her legs.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Taylor roaring into the air:

"What on earth do you mean! What did I lose! What did I gain?!"

In an instant, Harley Quinn's scalp went numb, and she ran away without looking back, muttering:

"I knew this guy was much crazier than me!"

[Creating a story requires hard work. It is by no means an easy and freehand thing. The author will put a lot of energy and emotion into it, as if he invested a part of his soul in this work...]

Taylor's pupils dilated and he stared at the beautiful Harley Quinn's smiling face in disbelief.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the reason why Harley Quinn has become more beautiful is that her face has fused a part of her own shadow.

[And after we come to this world, we have the power to rewrite the story. What we need to pay for this ability is our souls...]

[We pay part of our soul to rewrite the story, and the reward we get is part of the soul of the person being rewritten, as well as their superpowers...]

Taylor's face turned pale and he collapsed on the bed.

"but……"

[But creating another self? This is a story destined to have no reward, a story that makes us tear our souls in half because our souls become weak, and these fragments of other characters contained in our souls naturally become Revealed...]

Taylor clenched his fists, his head was in pain, and illusory figures appeared one after another around the hospital bed.

Clown, Harley Quinn, prankster clown, ghost clown...

Their looks are completely different from those in reality, but each of them has become more handsome and evil, and part of Taylor's shadow can be vaguely distinguished from their appearance.

Their eyes of different colors looked at Taylor, and at the same time they grinned at Taylor.