[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

The appalling bedroom was quickly restored to its original state under unconventional forces.

However, when Beria and Constantine remembered to restore this bedroom, three days had passed since they returned from the replica hell.This is mainly because the two of them are relatively "busy" in the guest room. If Constantine couldn't hold on anymore, they could stay in the guest room for a longer time.

Konstantin threw himself on the sofa in the living room with his slippers on. The exhaustion of his body had obviously been eliminated by the Lord of Hell, but Konstantin felt his back was sore and uncomfortable, so he buried his face directly in the pillow, his body I was paralyzed there and didn't want to move.

The warm sunlight shone on Konstantin's body through the bay window in the living room. The rare sunny day made Konstantin's body warm. This kind of warmth made Konstantin want to sleep even more.

Half asleep and half awake, Constantine felt the sofa cushion beside him sink slightly.He grunted, without looking up, just stretched out a hand, and touched the "culprit" that made the sofa cushion sag.

What the palm touched was smooth skin.

touch again.

Straight nose, soft lips...

Constantine tilted his head reluctantly and opened one eye.

Beria's elbow rests on the edge of the sofa cushion, his chin rests on the back of his hand.He was looking at Constantine with a smile on his lips.

Seeing Constantine looking over, Beria leaned over, kissed the corner of Constantine's lips, and said, "Johnny, wake up, it's time for lunch."

Constantine: "..."

I want to move.

"It was you who said you didn't want to 'eat' my energy." Beria emphasized.

"I've 'eat' enough." Constantine gave Beria the back of his head. For these three days, he almost thought he would die on the bed.This experience made Constantine realize clearly that his lover is an existence that can make him live and die in various senses.

"Johnny." Beria turned Constantine over and pressed him on the sofa. The black-haired and black-eyed king of hell seriously threatened the exorcist, "Either get up and eat, or lie down and 'eat' me, whichever you choose." One."

As he spoke, he squeezed Constantine's waist suggestively.

"...You've learned badly, Beria." Constantine complained.

"Hmm..." Beria tilted his head, "Then, thank you for the compliment?"

Although Constantine felt that their topic was very simple, even if they got up for lunch, they would use Beria's dark glory to replenish their energy instead of lunch, but as they talked, Constantine himself felt that this topic was a bit crooked, and some words were confusing. Daydream.

Konstantin finally sat down at the dining table. When he saw the food on the table, he was immediately happy.

"The promised lunch, this is porridge and soup. This is Chinese breakfast."

"You haven't eaten for three days, these are easy to digest."

The Lord of Hell slams the human rhetoric with seriousness, which manages to make the exorcist laugh.

Teasing lovers did not delay Constantine's lunch, and after replenishing his physical strength with food, Constantine's spirit also came up.He calculated what he had at hand, calculated the opening time of the market, and decided to take a trip to the world in the United States to exchange some things.

In the other world, banknotes are the most useless things, and their transactions are often barter.Thinking of this, Constantine felt that he was really quite interesting to the bat boss.

***

The so-called inner world, to put it bluntly, refers to the truth and cruelty inside the world that are not discovered by ordinary people.

The inner world can be roughly divided into three levels. The outermost layer is the mafia and other forces. They know a little about the truth of the inner world, but they have no way to get in touch with it too deeply.The middle layer is a circle of half-human aliens like Constantine who are humans but have magical talents, or who have lived in the human world for a long time.The inner layer refers to the world of heaven and hell, which is not on the same plane as the earth, and is a level that living people cannot touch.

The inner world that Constantine is going to refers to the market jointly established by the middle-level forces in the inner world.They are aliens among human beings, and the degree of alienation is not enough to reach the level of angels, demons, elves, and dragons. In order to survive in the world of ordinary people, they will regularly gather somewhere for trading from a long time ago. none.

Even today, there are bazaars with strong regional characteristics in countries of a certain age, while the world’s bazaars in the United States are world-renowned for their all-encompassing, without iconic features is its characteristic.

In short, in the world markets in the United States, you can find gadgets from various countries and genres. Whether you find a treasure or get killed by a dangerous item depends on your personal ability.

Constantine felt that the world in the United States in this world is probably the same.

With the information given by Zatana, Constantine and Beria quickly found Hell's Kitchen on the west coast of Manhattan Island in New York, the West Midtown of Manhattan.

There, there is a dilapidated tenement building.

Constantine left a forged magic signature on the building registration book, while Beria directly hid his figure, walked through the screening barrier created by the world's mages majestically, and stood beside Constantine.

[Bailey Yar. 】

The guard glanced at the signature, and tapped the yellow and worn paper of the register with the tip of his pen—this is actually a time-limited contract disguised as a register, which roughly means that it is forbidden to use spells above E level within the scope of the market, and it is forbidden to break out with others. D-level and above destructive power conflicts, once the transaction is reached, no regrets, grievances and grievances can be discussed after leaving the market. Pointing: "Turn left and go straight, room 107."

Constantine made an OK gesture.

The apartment building was in disrepair, the wooden hallway floors creaked when stepped on, and half of the hallway lights didn't respond.Konstantin and Beria stood in front of the broken door panel of Room 107, and easily pushed open the door that was under maintenance with magical hands.

A dark corridor appeared in front of the two of them, and there was a black hooded cloak neatly hung on the left hand side.

Obviously, not all wizards and alien races are willing to reveal their truth in front of others, and these hooded cloaks that uniformly cast the concealing spell are a convenience given by the organizer of the market.

Constantine casually pulled one over Beria's body, tied the cloak on Beria and buttoned the hood for him.He took two steps back and suddenly laughed.

"It seems that the legendary god of death is missing a sickle."

Beria took a cloak, tied it carefully on Constantine, and said, "If I were the god of death, you would be the bride of the god of death."

"Huh?" Constantine pretended to be surprised, "Isn't it the groom?"

Beria put the hood on him, then leaned in and kissed Constantine's lips, and it was instant.

"Go, groom."

Pulled by Beria, Constantine walked through the dark corridor for about a dozen steps. Suddenly, the world market in the east coast of the United States appeared in front of two visitors from different worlds.

Bella frowned slightly.

The market was open in a wilderness, the sky was blue and cloudless.Surrounding the only giant tree with strong branches but no leaves in the wilderness, there are more than a hundred large and small stalls spirally distributed below, which are filled with new or old things, plus lively shouting It sounds like a flea market for ordinary people.

It is not this that makes the Lord of Hell raise his eyebrows, but the power of space that surrounds this area.

The wizard behind the bazaar is a good trick.

This is still New York, but it's not New York, because someone stole a large piece of land that used to be located in New York by using enchantment and space magic, folded it and stuffed it into this enchantment.

There was also the bare giant tree. After he and Constantine set foot on this land, the power from the giant tree was almost to the soul. This was probably the backhand of the previous temporary contract.

If the party concerned signs the temporary contract with a false name, it will be a false contract with this land, and the magical cycle between man and land will not be formed. In the spiritual realm, dig holes in the mind and transform into monsters to devour violators.

Beria looked back calmly.

After experiencing the lover's soul being stolen from him, even though he was in the void talking to the supreme being of this world when the accident happened, the ritual created by John Constantine was indeed a bit unpredictable, and Beria could not forgive himself negligence.

The targeted solution is that Beria added more original power to Constantine's cluster of hellfire, blocking everything that involves the realm of spirit and soul.As far as the screening power of this so-called holy tree is concerned, it still can't break through the defense of his original fire.

The two walked into the Inner World version of the flea market with a calm demeanor, not at all in the state that a person who signed in with a pseudonym and was targeted by the holy tree should be.

Even Beria, who has the wealth of hell, has to admit at this time that human creativity is the greatest gift bestowed on them by the creator. Although Beria doesn't like the power level of things here, some items contain The ingenuity and ingenuity of the writing is really amazing, in Beria's view, it is even more ingenious than the dwarves who are good at this.

Constantine's eyes wandered around. He didn't come here for a stroll out of boredom, but because he really had something to buy.In another world, his original storage is gone, and his previous "supplier" is gone, so he can only come here to find a needle in a haystack.

Beria walked beside Constantine, watching him seriously looking for something, and asked him vaguely, and Beria wisely stopped asking.Although he didn't ask, Beria could observe.

Calmly looking at the materials and items traded by Constantine, and comparing the properties and functions of these things, Beria can roughly guess what Constantine is going to do.

Beria originally thought so, but after watching his family's human show operation, he was not sure.

Because Beria saw with his own eyes that the things that had just been bargained by Constantine were traded to another seller in a blink of an eye.

Obviously, until the end, Beria couldn't see what Constantine wanted at all, because what he just traded may be what Constantine really needs, or it may be used by Constantine to prepare to trade others. of items.

awesome!

Beria was amazed.

***

No matter how much sensation the items placed on the stalls would cause outsiders, this Underworld Bazaar, which was only open to wizards and alien races, was in a sense no different from the vegetable market in the ordinary people's world.

There is bargaining, there is gossip and chatting, and there are still those who want to do something when they disagree.

When Constantine turned on the bargaining mode and pulled all the things he might use into his pocket, he did not forget to prick up one ear to listen to the gossip.

Gossip is really a good habit that no matter people, gods and monsters can find resonance in ancient and modern times.

The most talked about is the death of Midnight Laodi and the reshuffle of the world in New York.

Papa Midnight is the high priest of voodoo, the strongest voodoo sorcerer. New York is the entrance to the world on the east coast. Papa Midnight is able to take charge of this area, which has proved his strength and influence.

Such a person committed suicide by jumping off the Empire State Building, obviously being targeted by his enemies.As for who this enemy is, someone under Papa Midnight vaguely said that three days before Papa Midnight committed suicide, they had just discovered John Constantine in New York.

So, thinking of John Constantine who was still alive and kicking at this time, it seemed that the person who killed Father Midnight didn't need to think too much.

Congratulations to John Constantine, another person added to his impressive record.

The corners of Constantine's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt more and more how correct he had taken Beria's pseudonym, although this time the blame was really not John Constantine's.

Now, Papa Midnight’s bar has been taken over by other warlocks from the Haitian voodoo sect. It’s unknown whether Papa Midnight’s level can be achieved. Let’s survive the temptations of various underground forces in New York. This big piece of fat is really not good Anyone can bite into it.

Turning around the entire market, Constantine counted the things he had exchanged in his heart. This time, Constantine, who wanted to keep improving, felt that it was still a bit short.It's a pity that today is the usual weekly market, not the kind of large-scale auction market held during big festivals, there are not enough good things.

Wait, did he forget something?

Constantine clenched his fist with one hand and tapped his palm lightly.

John Constantine, that big man in the real world who is said to have just killed Father Midnight and still owes him a favor.There are not many opportunities to get his wool, and this time the time and place are right, it is a pity that he forgot his family Beria for several hours in that Ravenskan.

Thinking that he had a big fat sheep to pluck, and when Constantine looked at these stalls where he couldn't pick out his favorite items, he became much calmer.Oh, by the way, I just don't know if he in this world has collected illusion playing cards, and if he can collect them together when he is collecting wool.

"Why are you smiling so happily all of a sudden?" Beria couldn't help but reach out and touch the curved corner of Constantine's lips, "Did you find something good? Is the trade enough? How about I pinch two pieces of energy?" crystallization?"

Beria watched Constantine resell back and forth, a little worried that the other party would miss what he wanted after such a toss.It's better for him to pinch two energy crystals, which are rare and sought-after for ordinary wizards and aliens, but for Beria, they can be infinitely manufactured.

The author has something to say:

#818 The exorcist who talks more and more weird about eating hot topics#

Konstantin: I really don't mean anything else. You and I are simply discussing the difference between food supplementation and energy supplementation. Really, the very pure kind.

Beria: Mmmmm, I know, so get up and eat, or lie down and eat me, choose, Johnny.

Constantine: ……………

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Constantine: Squeeze the wool, that yellow wooly wool~

Huangmaozhakang: You—the devil! ! !