[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"Berial should be a pseudonym." Bruce said bluntly, "His name is probably Berial. It is known that he has the ability to teleport in space and control hellfire. Oh, and he is injured."

"Berial, Beria, means 'useless', would anyone use such a name?" Zatanna raised her forehead, "Sure enough, no matter which world John is, it is a collection of troubles."

The two were silent for ten seconds at the same time, resolutely putting aside the matter of Constantine and his unknown biological boyfriend.

"Seven days ago, Gotham City was attacked by a group of monsters."

Bruce investigates the surveillance video. A black, strange creature with compound eyes of a fly and two pairs of winged wings was projected in mid-air. "Most of them were killed by - but a considerable number escaped from Gotham." He told the story at that time. He repeated it, focusing on the deterrent effect of the fire of hell on those things, "Mr. Yar called these creatures semi-dark puppets, and in his eyes, these things seemed to be defective products."

The monster that caused considerable casualties to Gotham was regarded as a defective product by Beria, which is one of the reasons why Batman kept raising the danger to visitors from another world.

In order to prevent these dark monsters from endangering other cities after fleeing Gotham, Batman packed some surveillance cameras in Gotham City and airdropped them to the government, hoping that the government can be vigilant.But what makes Batman helpless is that a large part of government officials believe that this is a prank by hackers, and the so-called dark monster is just another carnival created by a villain in Gotham City, the national troublemaker champion.Anyway, those freaks never leave Gotham, just let the Gotham Police Department be more vigilant, and other places don't need it.

Batman has nothing to say.

The current situation is really not good. If the monsters continue to make troubles, they can attract the attention of the public and the government. However, they all lurked once they made trouble in Gotham. Either way makes Batman uneasy.

Zatanna stared at the projection in mid-air, waving her fingers again and again, directing the projection to turn back and forth, obviously confirming something.

Half a minute later, Zatanna stopped her movements with a very bad face, and said in a deep voice: "It's a demon." The female magician's hands were tightly clenched together, her finger bones were tense, "It's basically a semi-dark puppet, yes. , but they have a formal name called demons."

Zatana looked at Bruce, word by word: "We, no, our world is in big trouble."

***

For Gotham, today is a rare good weather.

The faint morning light illuminates this city like an isolated island. The Gotham River is shattered with golden sunlight. The melodious birdsong resounds in the mountains outside Apollo Park. Accompanied by the fluttering sound, two red faces Cuiyu's peony parrots huddled and landed on a fence made of spiky vine rose branches. At their feet were large white roses that had already bloomed, and the air was filled with fragrance.

Two lovebirds chirped and jumped around on the flower wall.

In the master bedroom of the villa, Beria, who doesn't need to sleep but learns how humans fall asleep every night, opens his eyes.He blinked once, then lowered his head and kissed the top of the human's hair.

They had a very good night together last night, the momentary Lord of Hell tired out his humans.They hugged each other and slept with his chest as a pillow after drowsiness, which was perfectly normal.

Beria's eyes looked at the bright sky outside the window through the closed curtains. At this brightness, it was probably already eight o'clock in the morning.

Take the time to feel the chaotic power pouring into the core like a trickle through the angel blade. The power in the fragments is limited, and at most it can only restore him to the level of the eight-winged lord angel, but at least the core will not be so easy. cracking.

Belia turned over carefully, stretched out his right arm to wrap around Constantine's body, and then closed his eyes.

Is there anything more important than getting a good night's sleep with his human beings?

Must not!

By the time Constantine opened his heavy eyelids and got up from Beria's body with yawns, the hour hand had already reached ten o'clock in the morning.

"It's really decadent these days." Constantine plucked his hair and murmured.

Beria supported his head with one hand, looked at Constantine with clear black eyes, and asked, "Is it not good?"

"Very, very good." Constantine squinted at Beria and said, "It couldn't be better."

Beria showed an unusually innocent smile.

Constantine gave Beria a white look, turned over and got out of bed.

The downside of having a fallen angel as a boyfriend is that there are different races, different needs, and some moments can be damning.But there are also advantages, that is: no matter how miserable he is tossed, the fallen angel will always have a way for him to instantly eliminate all the weakness and fatigue, and truly achieve one-click recovery.

Oh, fallen angels.

Constantine gritted his toothbrush, and threw the imageless memory fragments of last night into the depths of his memory.

Padding his stomach with the food in the kitchen, Konstantin, who has no travel plans yet, changed into a black short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.He plucked his hair, and found that because he hadn't had a haircut during this period of time, the hair on his forehead had grown to a finger length, hanging softly on the side of his face. Able to keep them in the back of your mind.

And what makes Constantine feel a little sad is that this drooping hair means a change in hairstyle, which means... His appearance age has been directly cut by at least ten years, and this young man T-shirt and jeans, now he does not look like a battle-hardened exorcist at all, but like a young man who has not yet stepped out of the ivory tower of the university.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched and he grabbed the strands of hair that caused trouble, and walked towards the storage drawer in the living room.

He needs a haircut.

For a talented wizard like Constantine, it is very troublesome to deal with hair and blood. If some colleagues with malicious intentions get it, and perform a small ritual to kill him with a curse, he will never know who he has offended.

Thanks to Konstantin's good foundation, he is still a handsome guy even if he cuts it randomly.

Constantine pulled out the scissors and stood back in front of the mirror. He compared his hair, and when he was about to start, Beria came over and held his hand.

"Johnny, let me cut it for you."

Constantine glanced at Beria and let go of his fingers.

***

Constantine did it himself. He didn't change his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror with a pair of scissors, and was about to start with a lock of hair.After changing to Beria, Constantine was directly pressed on the chair, with a clean towel wrapped around his neck, and an unopened plastic sheet from the locker was draped over his body.

Under the power of the Lord of Hell, the newly purchased knives that have not been put into use in the kitchen have undergone a shape change. They have been melted and recast into special haircut scissors. Together with an ivory comb, they are placed neatly on the specially moved low table. .

Oh, and the little watering can, also brand new, hasn't started watering the flowers yet.

Constantine looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the front, and then at the neat hairdressing tools beside him. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help saying, "I'm really well prepared."

If he hadn't seen Beria's melting knife and scissors with his own eyes, he would have suspected that Beria had premeditated.

After communicating with the wireless network of the villa with mental power, a large amount of information has been collected, and Beria, who is left to do it, smiled and said softly: "In terms of your matter, no matter how prepared you are, it is not enough."

"...shut up, you." Konstantin said angrily, he raised his finger and pointed to the frontal hair that seemed to him to be very obtrusive, "Hurry up and cut it off."

Beria pressed Constantine's hand and said, "Honey, be patient, now, leave it to me."

Constantine rolled his eyes.

The exorcist looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him, and saw Beria pick up the comb with a solemn face. He combed and combed the few strands of hair, and Constantine didn't care about the time it took.When he finally combed enough, he stroked a strand of hair with a few fingers, and the Lord of Hell gestured with the scissors, but he didn't cut it again.

Constantine: "...Belia."

"It's almost over, my dear." Beria said perfunctorily with a focused face.

How fast, how long has it been, he hasn't cut a single hair, that's not how he works slowly and carefully.

As everyone knows, Beria is urgently pulling out a list in his mind, which shows the appearance of his human beings after changing many hairstyles, each of which makes the Lord of Hell unable to give up, which makes him fall into difficulty in choosing.

"Bailey." Constantine was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"...Huh?" Beria responded a little too late.

"After the haircut, let's go on a date." Constantine proposed a date invitation to Beria in a tone of "today's weather is really nice".

Beria's fingers squeezed the hair scissors in his hand into a piece of scrap iron with a "click". After a while, Beria pulled the hair scissors back to normal, and replied solemnly: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Konstantin and Beria, who had changed back into white shirts and black trench coats, walked out of the house.Under Constantine's strong opposition, Beria failed to keep the long hair that was too obtrusive in the eyes of the exorcist, and the final look was the ultra-short hair when they first met, fully exposed The facial features have a compelling beauty.

When Beria went to the garage to pick up the car, Konstantin stood in the front yard where the garden was full of greenery and flowers overnight, took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

Their garden has changed drastically.

The white rose planted along the wall yesterday afternoon has covered the wall today. The dense leaves cover every inch of the wall. The large white double-petaled rose blooms among the thorny branches, and the fragrance is pungent.

There are also black roses planted in flower beds.The seemingly pure black petals can be found a little red when you look closely. It looks like woolen texture, but it feels as delicate and smooth as silk. It is by no means a variety that can be cultivated artificially.

In fact, except for those dyed black roses on the market, wild or artificially cultivated black roses are only crimson, far from pure black.Excluding the possibility that the flower shop owner might use his own strength to cultivate the flowers, it must be that the king of hell in his family "processed" them with his own strength, giving them such a mysterious and extravagant appearance.

Sure enough, it was necessary for him to engrave a rune barrier on the wall of the villa before, otherwise, looking this way from the outside, one would be able to detect that something is wrong here just by looking at this abnormally beautiful garden.

He was indeed very prescient.

***

The dating methods of the general public are often the same: watching movies, shopping, eating, oh, children who are still young can go to the playground for a whole day, and nerds can also sit in the library for an afternoon. Membership.

Beria and Konstantin summed it up, the playground or something, just burned down a horror playground last night, and Konstantin doesn't want to see similar amusement facilities for many years to come.He also has no interest in the library, and he can't sit here quietly all afternoon.

In the end, the two stood in front of the largest movie theater in Gotham City, thinking about the movie menu.

Historical movie?

That's too heavy.

Romance movie?

That's too greasy.

comedy movie?Well, comedy, two hours of laughing in a movie theater might be a good choice.

Constantine picks and chooses, and finally chooses a horror movie.

"This is a real comedy movie." Constantine pointed at the heroine's face full of fear and despair on the poster, and said to Beria seriously.

Yes, for experts like them, watching this kind of horror movie full of mistakes can easily trigger a laugh.

Beria clearly heard the meaning behind Constantine's words, which made the corners of his lips curl up slightly.

Because of this seemingly unreasonable reason, Beria and Constantine sat in the screening hall with popcorn and Coke in their arms.

This horror movie is a story about curses, demons and massacres. The special effects are realistic, blood is not spared, and the eerie background music makes the audience in the auditorium suspend their hearts and let out exclamations from time to time.No matter how bloody the plot is, this movie is successful in creating horror scenes.

But this time, there was a mudslide among the people watching the movie. When everyone was shaking, they couldn't help bursting out laughing, laughing and falling into the arms of their lovers.

Two hours later, the movie ends.Because of laughing for more than two hours, Constantine was in a great mood.There was still a long time before dinner, and Constantine pulled Beria around, walked two streets, and arrived at the largest flea market in Gotham City.

"Finding out treasures at the flea market is a beneficial activity for the body and mind." Konstantin stuffed an orange-flavored lollipop into Beria's mouth, while he picked up an apple-flavored lollipop, and said somewhat vaguely: " Very interesting."

Beria bit off the orange-flavored hard candy from the candy stick with a "click", and Konstantin ate the lollipop to quit smoking, and he could still pretend that it was a cigarette while holding the candy stick in his mouth.Beria has no preference for cigarettes and candies, and he doesn't like to bite sticks when eating candies.

The two looked around and walked around in the flea market.

Although it is rumored that some people become winners in life because they search for treasures in flea markets, there are still a few who can find real treasures from these mostly ordinary things.This is a serious second-hand market, and most people come here to buy things for cheap.

Beria and Konstantin actually didn't have anything to buy. Most of their attention was on each other, and they didn't notice the things on the booth at all.

"Halloween is coming, and the streets are starting to be decorated." Constantine snorted, and said in a low voice, "There's nothing to celebrate this kind of festival."

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot exorcist who earnestly finds jokes in horror movies#

Beria: This spell is wrong... this demon shouldn't be... and here too...

Konstantin: Look, I said it, there is no comedy that is funnier than a horror movie made by ordinary people╭(╯^╰)╮