[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

What's wrong with this battle damage?

John Constantine blinked, and flatly denied: "Of course not." The blond wizard was surprisingly honest this time, he shook the reverse cross in his hand, stuffed it into his briefcase, and said, "I thought you were Dark wizard, that's why I want to greet you with this."

Use a little prop to disguise yourself as a person from the same country as someone, and then turn your back on the water at a critical moment, oh no, uncover your disguise, and be honest about your true position, using small means and small means.

Constantine: "..."

To be reasonable, this tone of speaking, this style of doing things, why are they so familiar to him?

So, which devil's trick is this again?

It really made him feel uneasy when he died.

Constantine evoked a cold smile, he sat up, the weakness of his body made his eyes dark for a moment, but he quickly grabbed the edge of the bed and stabilized his body.He raised his eyebrows and looked at the blond wizard, and said lightly, "Name."

John Constantine frivolously raised his finger to Constantine, pointed back to himself, then raised his finger to Batman at the door who was silently watching the two wizards communicate, and then said: "I don't think it's me who should take the initiative to explain the origin of the name. Beauty is always privileged, though."

John Constantine, who did not forget to tease the other party, stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "John Constantine, exorcist, ghost expert and master of black magic."

Constantine looked at the blond wizard, and a question mark slowly appeared in his heart.

John what?Constantine what?He even said all the professional titles on his business card, and he needed to introduce himself.

Sure enough, the wizard was asking the question knowingly.

So, who sent him?

demon?Angel?recorder?Or the so-called Wizarding Association?

Constantine looked at the blond wizard's outstretched hand and sneered in his heart. He raised his hand almost perfunctorily, touched the blond wizard's palm casually, and said, "And then?"

Constantine's words made the blond wizard blink his innocent blue eyes: "Then?"

Konstantin rested his hands on the edge of the bed, and said tiredly and irritably: "Your purpose. Let's get straight to the point. How are you going to let me go and let me rot quietly in a corner?" Anger is like dry grass with a little spark, it ignites when it is touched, and the black eyes of the exorcist are burned bloody, the magic power in his body is ready to move, his fingers unconsciously clenched the bed sheet, "I've had enough! Do you remember?" Don’t remember, I’m retired, I’m retired, I’m quitting! Hell hell, angels and demons of shit, you fight how you like, the apocalypse three times a day has nothing to do with me, no, yes, relationship, relationship !I--"

Accompanied by Constantine's anger, black flames suddenly rose up, almost instantly driving back the innocent John Constantine.

"Hehehe, calm down, take it easy." With a defensive spell and a nimble donkey rolling, the blond wizard retreated directly outside the safe house, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and yelled: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't move."

"What... what is this?" Konstantin's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the black flames surrounding his body in doubt and incomprehension.

He should be vigilant against this kind of flame that looks ominous, but the black flame stays on the back of his hand, on his hair, on his clothes, soft and lingering, as if... as if he had spent time with that fallen angel. In the quiet night, the unexpected gentleness almost made him let go of his guard against the night.

Confused for just a moment, Constantine quickly realized what it was.The expression on his face began to change, it seemed to be nostalgic and hated, and he murmured: "Hellfire?"

"Yeah, hellfire, it seems that you don't even know you have this thing. Who gave it to you? The beautiful female demon who has a crush on you?"

"To shut up!"

Constantine's fingers tightened suddenly, and the black flames were withdrawn into his body like a whale sucking in the sea, and finally left a half-open black rose pattern on his left ring finger.

This pattern is where the fire of hell resides.Constantine was sure he didn't have it on his fingers when he embraced death.

The person who can keep this thing, Constantine doesn't think otherwise, must be the king of hell.

Clenched fingers left a crescent-shaped notch on the palm of his hand. Constantine gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Where is he...?"

John Constantine tilted his head and said, "What do you think?"

He didn't mind misleading the dark-haired wizard, as long as it got him something he was interested in.

Constantine stared at John Constantine, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "You don't even know who I'm talking about."

Although the expression of the blond wizard in front of him was innocent and sincere enough, his intuition was a hellish thing, he could just feel that the other party was deceiving him.

John Constantine blinked and said without hesitation, "Of course I don't know who you're talking about, but I'm waiting for your introduction."

Constantine: Another familiar operation.

He finally found the reason why he hated the blond wizard in front of him for no reason.

No one would like a guy who deliberately imitated some of his less-than-beaten personality, and was still doing all kinds of embarrassment in front of his eyes.

At this moment, Batman, who had been silently observing Constantine, finally spoke.

"Perhaps, you should explain why you appeared in Gotham City last night." Batman's characteristic throat cancer voice was low and hoarse, revealing an inexplicable danger.

Constantine frowned in boredom, he had never heard of Gotham City.

Before Constantine could speak, he heard the man with cat ears who looked like he had slipped out of a Halloween ball say, "And smashed my Batmobile."

Constantine: "???"

"Wait, I...wrecked your car?" Constantine looked at Batman inexplicably. Although he often made troubles, it wasn't his fault, and he didn't blame him.

The answer to Constantine was Batman's raised right hand, and the tragedy of the Batmobile was projected in mid-air in the form of a holographic projection.In order to make the black-haired man realize what an outrageous thing he has done, Batman deliberately projected the original appearance of the Batmobile.

John Constantine said "Wow", the Batmobile on the left is intact and the model is cool.The roof of the Batmobile on the right is dented, and the glass windows are shattered, as if someone had smashed it with a sledgehammer.

This bitch is a genius.

John Constantine, consciously seeing Batman's joke, grinned and winked at the dark-haired wizard.

The brief observation allowed Batman to have the most superficial understanding of Constantine's character. He was too lazy to pay attention to John Constantine, who was not helpful but tirelessly wanted to make trouble. With a wave of his hand, the projection of the two cars turned into a crime Image simulation of the scene.

Batman used data combined with facts to tell Constantine how he fell from a high altitude and smashed his beloved Batmobile.Of course, in the data model, Batman deliberately concealed the existence of Jason Todd and put the two almost missing tires back in place.

Constantine: ...fucking his trash angel!

Constantine didn't hesitate to blame those bastard birdmen in heaven, for the sake of the world, he, an exorcist who decided to retire, came out to help them get rid of the dark crack.He went with the determination to sacrifice his own soul, and the result?

The angels who are exaggerated and false have not even done the basic cleaning. Don't tell him that he needs to bear the battle damage after the mission.

This Batmobile looks expensive.

He cursed those useless angels a hundred times in his heart. If he dies cleanly, no matter how much battle damage he has, it doesn't matter to him, but the problem is, he didn't die.

Constantine barely held his expression, and said dryly: "If you don't mind, I have some magic items that ordinary people can use. By the way, give me a copy of the bill."

His magic item cannot be used for nothing to pay off the debt, it is his property.

Speaking of which, he was doing things for heaven, and heaven never guaranteed that he would go to heaven, and this time the transaction was a big case that was said to be worth his soul.He doesn't care if Heaven is not Heaven now, but Heaven must be responsible for the battle damage caused during the mission.

He's sending the bill to heaven!

The steel blue eyes hidden behind the visor looked at Constantine quietly. The billionaire side of Batman is not short of money. Every time Lucius Fox cares about the battle damage, it is because of the other side. I think his nocturnal activities are a bit too much.

If anyone in this world wants Batman to take off his black armor out of concern for Bruce Wayne, Lucius Fox is definitely on the list.

Bruce brought up this topic at this moment, but he wanted to further analyze the personality habits of the man in front of him.

Some mages with supernatural powers claim to have powers different from ordinary people, are too conceited, and disdain to abide by the rules of human society.When he raised the issue of compensation in front of them, the reaction and answer he got would definitely not be the attitude shown by the black-haired man in front of him.

The chagrin and anger are real, and the attitude of willingness to make amends is not perfunctory.

It can't be ruled out that this is the other party's disguise, but there are very few people who can deceive Batman in disguise.Batman is still vigilant, but his attitude has softened a lot.

"Okay." Batman said casually, "Where do you send the bill?"

Constantine squinted at Batman, ah, this information is really euphemistic.

However, it doesn't matter.

Constantine directly reported an address, which was the address of the apartment he rented in Los Angeles.

After kicking the Lord of Hell, Constantine moved back to the kennel of his apartment building in Los Angeles. Anyway, he didn't want to see that clean and tidy single-family villa full of Beria atmosphere, although the villa It was burned by the fire of the dragon's breath, and it was half in ruins.

After Constantine reported the address, Alfred, who had always kept in touch with Batman, immediately searched for the address and came to the conclusion that...

"Sorry, I can't find this place." Batman looked at Constantine inquiringly, seeing that his fluency in reporting the address does not seem to be lying, but there is indeed no such apartment building on EGage Street in Los Angeles, USA.

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot dissatisfied exorcist#

Konstantin: I put my soul into it to save the world. Your heaven doesn't even do any aftermath. Do people do things?Give me the bill, I will send it to heaven (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Original World Paradise: Busy line, no answer - we're on a holy war, thank you.The other side of hell said that we killed the lazy king, Gan, was His Royal Highness Beria so easy to be killed?We will not take this blame!

Lucifer: Your mission killed Constantine, Constantine's death killed Beria, let's fight, I want to avenge my brother! ! !

Michael: According to the process of the apocalypse, the jihad should... Beria really had an accident?you sure?Or is it from heaven?Father God, why don't I know! ! ! !

Manny: Quiet as a Chicken.jpg