The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 64
Constantine smiled miserably, and stood up staggeringly against the wall, with blood dripping between his lips and teeth.

Three ribs were fractured, many internal organs were probably ruptured, and the noisy tinnitus was beating his forehead like a loud bell. If it weren't for his strong will, he might have been lying on the ground waiting to die.

Li Ang walked into the living room calmly, looked at Constantine standing against the wall, spread his hands and said, "It seems that your escape strategy was not very successful, Mr. Exorcist."

"Heh, whatever you want."

Even in such a desperate situation, Constantine still looked like he was fooling around, bowing down to pick up the sparkling cigarette butt from the ground and pressing it between his lips, while coughing violently, he roughly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff.

Li Ang pouted, "Can you give me the soul stone? I don't want to find it slowly on you."

Constantine panted heavily, leaned his head against the wall, and threw the gem casually, drawing an arc trajectory in mid-air.

Li Ang caught the gem lightly, and after checking to make sure it was correct, he smiled and walked slowly towards Constantine.

"If you don't want to run away, we can actually sit down and talk,
Now I can only handcuff you and break every bone, pull out your tongue, and buy a high-end wheelchair specially designed for Mr. Hawking, a physicist, and let you repeat some occult knowledge for me with an eyeball typing board. "

He spoke the extremely cruel lines with ease, looked at the contemptuous smile on Constantine's face, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you look relaxed? Why, don't you feel afraid of your upcoming fate?"

"Fear?" Constantine kept coughing, and the blood overflowing between his teeth made him look like a ghost. However, the pain did not knock him down, but made him laugh even more wildly.

"Fuck his mother's fate, my hands are covered with the blood of innocent people, relatives, friends and old acquaintances, and even the remaining soul has long been sold to the hell of shit."

Constantine's words were full of extremely filthy swear words. If this was a program broadcast on the TV station, it would have been silenced by "beep beep beep".

"You kind of pickle bug who dare not show your true colors and even dare to say your name, I will wait for you in hell, curse you, I curse you to be killed by demons in the depths of hell where sulfur burns and ghosts cry Peel off the skin, pull out the bones."

In the past, those who were deceived by Constantine cursed his lines when they were dying, but at this time they said it out of his mouth with a black humor,

A defeated dog that has been completely defeated in the battle has only two choices: whining or barking, but Constantine prefers the latter, until the last moment of his life, he still wants to make others suffer, even if it is just for a second
These verbal attacks could not stop Li Ang's footsteps at all. As he walked forward, he tore the blanket on the sofa into strips, and tied them roughly to Constantine's fracture with cloth strips.

"You are my property now, Mr. Constantine. It is best not to die now. Although a bunch of medical devices have been placed in my private storage recently, you, whose body has been poisoned by alcohol and cigarettes, have a half chance of staying alive." It's not time for me to save you.

After all, it's so late, I don't want to go to the port to dump the body at all.

Konstantin smiled. Regardless of the burnt cigarette butt burning his lips, he was in a state of embarrassment but stubbornly taunted: "Can I ask you one last question?"

Li Ang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, but you'd better cherish the short time you can still speak."

There was a burning pain in the lungs as if filled with magma, and the brain seemed to be filled with a blender, with countless sharp blades cutting each frontal lobe back and forth,
".Do you know why I always smoke this Sika cigarette?"

Li Ang replied politely: "Because the nicotine content is higher than other brands, and the proportion of tar is also higher, it is rich and rich in the throat, and it has a wonderful feeling of being immersed in warm sand. To help people show forgetting the worries and enormous pressure on their shoulders."

"Haha, you're right! This stuff is really his mother's good smoke, no worse than those good girls in Rotterdam."

Constantine coughed violently, as if he was about to cough up his lungs, bent down and let himself sit leaning against the wall.

Wait, at this moment, he really coughed out a fingernail-sized lung lobe, and fiddled with it back and forth in the palm of his hand, watching the surrounding blood bubbles gradually burst
Constantine's eyes were bloodshot, he raised his head suddenly, stared at Li Ang, who was shrouded in light, and said hoarsely, "Do you smoke?"

"Occasionally," Li Ang replied with a smile: "In order to experience life and accumulate knowledge, I will buy all kinds of rare or cheap cigarettes. Of course, I am most used to camels."

"Camel? What a smoke!"

Constantine murmured, and suddenly said: "Actually, I don't like Sika very much, but one day I suddenly discovered that the tobacco leaves of Sika are softer, and the shape of the pipe is more suitable for containing some dust."

He tried his best to move his body so that Li Ang could see the ash that Constantine pretended to have accidentally dropped on the ground when the three of them were still confronting each other in the court room 10 minutes ago.
"Some super expensive diamond-equivalent magic dust."

The accumulated piles of soot are actually an emergency circle, which suddenly erupted with light and engulfed Constantine. No one could have imagined that he had already planned several escape routes, one ring after another, a plan with a plan,
Constantine is just a second-rate warlock in the middle reaches of the mystical world, but his sinister and cunning nature, his style of always having a backup plan, his ability to turn black and white with a glib tongue, and his ruthless heart make him a Objects that any force finds difficult,

The corner of Constantine's mouth curled up in embarrassment. What he threw to the hooded man just now was another magic weapon gem, and the constant magic loaded on it could make the holder see what he wanted.

The real soul stone is still lying obediently in his pocket,

Constantine felt the distorted touch of his body being transmitted rapidly, and let out a sigh of relief. The serious injuries on his body can be temporarily suppressed with magic, as long as he can rush to the hospital
He clenched his fist lightly, closed his eyes, and murmured: "This time, I won."

After the brilliance faded, Constantine opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the living room of the villa.
What catches the eye is still the reflection of Li Ang's cold and blunt sunglasses.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

(End of this chapter)