[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

Beria said cautiously, "Johnny, I didn't question what you meant, I just, I just worried about you."

Constantine's eyes wandered.

"Johnny..."

"I'm fine." Constantine said dryly, paused, and then explained solemnly again: "It's not a big deal."

"For me, everything about you is a big deal." Beria said without hesitation.

Constantine: "...This is not at all what I expected, Beria, not at all!" The exorcist looked at the Lord of Hell's fingers tightly clutching his wrist with a headache, so firm that he couldn't shake them off. Is it not enough to hurt him, is this one of the abilities of the Lord of Hell?

Constantine was finally defeated by Beria's sad gaze, he closed his eyes, heaved a long sigh, waved his hands almost like a broken jar, and said, "Okay, okay, you Look, look."

The moment the barrier formed by the magic power dissipated, pure darkness and glory flooded into the body of the exorcist in an instant, patrolling every part of the body almost eagerly.

Overdrawn mental power and magic power, at least three days without a good rest.There is a wound on the wrist. Although it has healed, the wound after healing is weaker than other skins, and it is easy for Beria to see the difference.As for the inside of the body...

Bella gasped.

Constantine silently looked up at the sky.

... Well, he couldn't see the sky outside the basement door, he could only see the ceiling.

"John Constantine!" Beria looked at Constantine in disbelief, and growled almost sternly: "What did you do to yourself?!"

Constantine: "Uh..."

"What's the matter with your ribs!!!" Beria stared at Constantine's waist and abdomen in horror and anger, through the white shirt and a thin layer of skin, there was a sharp knife cut there wound.The wound there was treated very well, just like the invisible wound on Constantine's wrist, if you don't look closely, it is perfect.But as long as you use your strength to probe, you can find that although the place where the wound was left is healed, it is still too weak.

What made Beria's scalp tingle the most was that half of the ribs next to the wound on Constantine's chest and abdomen were missing.

How can human ribs be reduced by half?

Unless someone cut his own body and amputated his ribs with his own hands.

Beria couldn't even imagine the bloody scene.

Beria fought all his life and saw countless blood and deaths, but when this "accustomed" fell on the only human he cared about deeply, Seraph's heart trembled.

If he hadn't smelled the smell of blood, how could Beria use his strength to patrol Constantine's body for no reason, and then discover the abnormalities in those parts.The respect for Constantine prevents him from touching his body and soul with force before Constantine's permission, which avoids any possibility of prying eyes.

...Damn it, his humans have figured this out, that's why they came up with such a superficial project.Even if the ribs are missing, under the power of magic, it will be able to recover in half a month or a month.

Just for this superficial project, his humans are going to be in pain for at least half a month?

Beria's eyes were almost scarlet.He lowered his eyes forbearance, and the originally clear and peaceful dark power in his body became obscure and dark. He tried his best to breathe steadily, and carefully used the dark glory to repair the wounds in Constantine's body, but the walls of the stairs around the basement also suffered.

Everything around was shaking slightly, and the walls gradually cracked under the vibration, like a piece of torn paper.

"Beria..." Constantine caught a glimpse of all the unlucky things around him, and had a terrible headache.

He performed a minor bloodletting operation on himself, but then he used healing magic in time. According to the standards of the other world, this is a cure.

He did a minor or medium operation on himself, but he didn't forget to prepare a potion to numb the pain for himself, and he also drank the potion for bone growth afterwards.But this potion is a little troublesome. The stronger the existence, the harder it is to repair his lost flesh and bones.A high-quality bone-boosting potion can heal Constantine, but the time it takes is directly proportional to his strength.

Constantine belonged to that kind of strong ability. Although the quality of the potion was good, he estimated that it would take at least half a month for the lost rib to grow back.As for the little pain during the recovery period, Constantine can completely ignore it.

Constantine wanted to be more careful. During this period of time, exercising on the bed with Beria can directly enter the dream world. The body in reality does not need to be tired, and naturally it will not be exposed.But what he never expected was that he was blocked by Beria as soon as he came out of the basement.

During these five days, he was careful enough to wipe away the traces, but Belia still smelled blood.

Sorry, Beria, are you the king of hell, or the three-headed dog of hell?

However, things have come to this point, and Constantine can't turn back time.He was depressed and tangled in his heart, but he still tried to save this unfortunate situation.

"Beria, honey, sweetheart, honey." Constantine hooked Beria's neck, and quickly kissed Beria's mouth twice, trying to melt Beria's condensed face, but Bailey Ya was surprisingly indifferent this time, he didn't push Constantine away, but this indifference was the greatest rejection.

The arms clinging to Beria's body tightened unconsciously. Constantine looked at Beria's cold side face, and felt at a loss for the first time on Beria.

Beria had never shown such a cold look to him.

This time he was really angry.

After the treatment was over, Beria withdrew his hand.He raised his hand and grabbed Constantine's wrist, trying to take his wrist off his shoulder.

Now he couldn't accept Constantine's overtures. He waited for Constantine outside the basement for five days, and what he was waiting for was a scarred human being.He could accept many of Constantine's decisions, but one he would never accept was Constantine hurting himself.

He will leave these injuries, don't think too much, it must be related to magic.

The power of human wizards flows in the blood and soul. To increase the power of spells, using blood is the most common method.The use of bones only proves that what Constantine is busy in the basement needs to add more and purer magic power.

Beria understands the truth, but what he can't accept is that Constantine obviously has a better choice, doesn't he?

Whether he needs the power of light or the power of darkness, Beria can give it to him, and he doesn't need to hurt himself to achieve his goal at all.But Constantine ruled out Beria from the very beginning, preferring to break bones and bleed to complete it by himself. Does this mean that in his human eyes, his existence is still insignificant, and even a request for help is not worth asking for help?

Beria knew that he was a little bit of a dead end, but these negative emotions boiled in his heart, eroding his sanity, and reminded him of the panic he lost that day.

The panic of losing was always there, but it was suppressed in the day and night with Constantine.Once seeing the ice layer under the happy life, the nightmare returned to Beria's side again.

Beria held back Constantine's hand with forbearance and restraint, without saying a word.In order not to hurt Constantine, whether it is behavior or words, he needs an angel to calm down.

"Belia!" The attitude of the Lord of Hell made the exorcist a little flustered, he subconsciously tightened his shoulders, and at this moment, Beria, who had been lowering his eyes, glanced at him.

With just one glance, Constantine's heart shrank.

Beria is sad.

He was more sad than angry.

"I... I really am..." Constantine's whole heart was almost pressed into the honey lemonade by Beria, and the sour and sweet emotions occupied all his thoughts.He wanted to say, it's just such a small injury, so what?But there is a person who hurts because of him, who is happy because of him, and his soul is surrounded by emotions that are more important than life, which makes him unable to remain unmoved.

In other words, he was already moved.

If it were the former Constantine, he would be crazy to do such a thing.

Beria only glanced at Constantine before withdrawing his gaze. He pursed his lips hard, stared calmly at the cracked wall, and said, "Today is a French dinner, stewed potatoes, fried foie gras, mushroom soup and White wine, black forest cake for dessert. I set up a constant temperature array, you don't need to clear the table after dinner, just put it on..."

"Belia!" Constantine gritted his teeth, his expression was very tangled, but he didn't let go of his fingers holding on to Beria's clothes, not at all.He also didn't want to continue to listen to Beria's confession in such a tone that he was about to leave for a long time. For Constantine, there was no time for hesitation.

"It's not at all what I expected, not at all."

Beria looked at the cracked and dilapidated walls in a daze, and he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Johnny, let me go." Beria said softly, "I'm just going out for a walk, I won't go far, I..."

Beria didn't finish his sentence.

For his human finger held up before his eyes a plain ring.

The main body of the ring is silver-white, and it looks like platinum or silver. There is no engraving on the outer layer of the ring, but the fallen angel's excellent eyesight can see the Enochian language engraved on the inner side of the ring, which are two next to the name.

Bella froze.

Because the material of the ring is not the precious metal in the human world, but a rib of a human being.After special treatment and tempering, it not only showed a beautiful metallic luster, but also superimposed countless formations to ensure that the ring was intact even when it was attacked by the fire of hell.

Beria & John Constantine, their names are engraved on the inside of the ring in Enochian.

"Belia, you ruined my plan." Constantine complained while holding Beria tightly.

Beria was stunned by the whole angel. He stared at the plain ring, his eyes fixed slightly, and subconsciously said: "Sorry?"

"I don't think you're sorry at all." Konstantin bared his teeth childishly, all the exposed skin on his ears and neck was red, just as he complained before, and now all this is not the same as he expected , he was pushed to this checkpoint by Beria's emotions before he was ready.But if he did a careful calculation, it was still that he was a bit big this time, which scared the fallen angels who were always making a fuss about his affairs.

This account cannot be calculated.

After all, he was also at a loss.

Constantine thought about it just now, if it were Beria who got injured all over because of a ring, he would not be happy either.

It's a pity that when he realized this, Constantine had finished all the things that should be done, and was blocked by the other party in front of the basement door.

Constantine sighed softly. He looked at the plain ring, which looked very simple, but an insider would be able to see that it was not simple at all.

In order to make the ring made of bones have a decent appearance and hard texture, Constantine used up the materials he bought in the inner world bazaar and the things he "looted" from John Constantine.

Just for such a pair of little things.

"Johnny..."

Bella's voice trembled.

And Konstantin miraculously calmed down, and he even smiled.He rested his head on Beria's shoulder and said softly, "As a human being, this is the most solemn token I can think of to give to my partner."

According to the legend of the origin of mankind, Eve, the wife of Adam, the ancestor of mankind, was transformed by God from a rib of Adam, which gave the rib a different meaning in human culture.

Constantine gave Beria a ring made of ribs, which is his greatest sincerity.

"So..." Constantine cleared his throat, "Married?"

"I love you." Beria said suddenly.

He stretched out his hand to hold Constantine's finger holding the ring, hugged the human with his back, and murmured: "You can't imagine how much I love you."

"Cough, I also... love you."

"You are my soul mate, my half body, a miracle I couldn't even imagine." Beria let go of his fingers and put his left hand on Constantine's hand, "Of course I would like to be with you." marry."

"...not getting married right away." Constantine put a ring on Beria pretending to be calm, and then put his left hand together with another plain ring of the same style in Beria's palm. Then he put the ring on the ring finger that held the fire of hell.He shook his fingers and said slowly: "I just want to fix you first."

"I'm yours, Johnny." Belia stared into Constantine's eyes and said earnestly, "You're mine too, we belong to each other. So, Johnny, I beg you, even for me, don't Hurt yourself again."

"This time is really the last time." Constantine was decisive, he pretended to be fierce and stared at Beria: "If you lose this ring, don't expect me to make you another one."

The answer to Constantine was a pious kiss on the ring finger of his left hand.

The Lord of Hell spreads his pure black wings and wraps his human beings in his arms.

After getting engaged again, Beria and Constantine had no intention of running out.They nestled at home, even if they were doing their own things shoulder to shoulder, it was enough for them to be satisfied, not to mention that Beria still had Sandman sandbags in his hands.

The dozen or so semi-finished worlds he constructed while waiting for Constantine have come in handy these days. The result of being too complacent is that Constantine hates Sandman sandbags deeply. In the end, Beria could only watch Kang Standing threw the Sandman sandbag into the sock drawer.

Beria's fingers curled up a bit, in the end he didn't secretly rescue the Sandman sandbag.

The author has something to say:

#818 The Exorcist who finally opened up the hot one#

Constantine: Giving a ring is a technical task. I read a lot but was not satisfied, so I finally made my own idea→_→This is a genius idea~

Beria: I want to be quiet [sad, angry, happy and entangled.jpg]

Constantine: Who is Jingjing?

Beria: ... I want Kangkang?