[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

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The dark hell has something in common, flesh and blood cannot enter hell.Angels don't have physical bodies, only spiritual bodies, which may be the reason why Beria fell into the hell of this world.

Beria slowly closed his eyes.

There is still Lucifer in his core. In order to save his dark glory, those forces tried to bridge the cracks in his core, but it was just a drop in the bucket, barely maintaining Beria's core so that it would not be completely broken now.

Beria's core was broken due to extreme pain and despair, as long as his core is still immersed in pain, his core has no possibility of healing.

Beria accepted the pain calmly.

The pain made him realize that now was not the time to sleep.

Beria raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of Angel Blade.

Black clouds swarmed to the Mountain of Bones with a strong smell of sulfur, bringing a dark and decaying atmosphere.

Beria looked down at the darkness from above the bones.

"Fallen Angel." A tall figure with a half-naked body and only barely covered by some rags came out of the darkness, with huge sharp horns growing on both sides of its head.His voice was low, and every sound could cause the river of blood to tremble, "You killed the Demon King with Hundreds of Million Faces and slaughtered his subjects."

The billion-faced demon king, the third of the three kings of hell.

Come to the devil, that is, the first fallen did not chase here out of the so-called demon companion love to avenge the third child, the devil has never had such a thing as companion love, and the first fallen does not need other demon lords to divert him that power.Especially some time ago, the stupid second and third children dared to rob him of the ownership of John Constantine's soul, which was enough to make the first fall determined to get rid of them.

However, the perfect solution should be for those two guys to annihilate together, instead of killing one, breaking the balance of the triangle, and adding more firewood to the infighting in hell.

Hell has just experienced a civil strife before, and it cannot withstand an uncontrolled internal strife for the time being.

The newly fallen man looked at the beautiful fallen angel on the bone, and felt a trace of resentment in his heart.

He could have gotten rid of those two guys at the least cost, but now, they were all messed up by this fallen angel.

However, a strange but powerful fallen angel appeared in the hell where Lucifer had just left, and the first fallen could fully understand the mentality of the billion-faced devil wanting to collect him.

The first fallen suppressed the malice in his heart, and tried to show a friendly smile: "According to the rules of hell, the territory and power of the billion-faced demon king belong to you, you..."

Before the First Fallen could finish speaking, the Seraph Blade in Beria's hand swung down violently.

The black hellfire blazed up, instantly forcing back the decaying darkness surrounding the First Fallen.

Beria: "Go away."

The first fallen narrowed his scarlet eyes, he clenched his fist slightly, and a powerful dark force surged around him.He grinned and roared menacingly at Beria.Between the mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth, highly corrosive liquid dripped from between the teeth.

"Welcome to hell, fallen angel."

The answer to the first fallen was Belial's Seraphim's blade raised again.

The Lord of Hell hates dirt, even when he's in Hell.

When the sharp claws of the newly fallen man touched the pitch-black sharp blade, and the strong dark power prevented his hands from being penetrated by the sharp angel blade, the Lord of Hell, who was holding the Seraph blade in his hand, curled the corner of his lips, revealing a An icy cold, weird and captivating smile came.

Hell also has laws.

Since he can't open the way to the world, let's kill him until the laws of hell on this plane can't tolerate him.

If he accidentally dies in the process...

Would Johnny forgive him?

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Living with a lot of trouble.

Constantine rubbed the space between his brows, resisting the urge to sigh.

Luckily, he saved his life from a fatal mission, and fell into the so-called parallel universe. His only possessions were a cheap windbreaker suit, half a box of Sika cigarettes, and a lighter.

Then it's gone.

His life savings, his safe house, and his collection of valuable magical items were all gone.

It's not the worst thing to lose all the money and things. The worst thing is that he won a debt of 100 million for himself when he first came to this world.

Hell, that Batmobile is damn expensive.

He was able to ask his peers in this world for help, but Constantine knew himself too well, it would be no wonder he didn't kill the fat sheep that came to his door.It's not as good as that man with bat and cat ears. Although the purpose is not pure, he is willing to borrow his house to live in, and the debt can be paid in installments.

He needs a job.

He is very good at the work in the other world, but Constantine has retired, and he doesn't want to do the work in the other world anymore, he just wants to be an ordinary person.

Although it will probably be even worse after his death this time, maybe neither heaven nor hell in this world will accept a soul from another world.

Constantine has seen those sad existences wandering in the world, their memories gradually being wiped out, and finally turning into evil spirits and wraiths.In addition to the instinctive harm of evil spirits and evil spirits, it would be nice if all memories could be wiped away.

Well, those are dying considerations, and the living Mr. John Constantine is fighting for his life and his debts.

Again, he needs a job.

As a former exorcist who lived in chaos in a mental hospital before the age of 15, committed suicide once and escaped from the hospital, and was self-taught in various schools of magic, and did not even graduate from high school, Constantine had no choice but to realize that in the African world In the field, he can't seem to find some more lucrative jobs.

It's a sad reality for former exorcists.

Constantine browsed the web, flipping through the official websites of large companies in Gotham City one by one, trying to pick a company that he could get into and had a good salary.

Finally, his eyes fell on the official website of the Iceberg Club for a long time.

The Iceberg Club, located in the Upper East Side of Gotham City, is the largest entertainment venue in Gotham City. The founder is Oswald Copperpot, the owner of the Copperpot family, one of Gotham's four major families. Free-range penguins are The characteristic of the club is the five-star food in the restaurant, with a favorable rating of 98%.We are now recruiting five male and female waiters for the restaurant. They are required to have good facial features, aged between 20 and 40, and the treatment is favorable.

The salary is indeed very good. According to Constantine's knowledge, that figure is three times that of an ordinary restaurant waiter, which makes the former exorcist very tempted.

Constantine walked to the full-length mirror, sorted out his clothes briefly, took out a simple and insincere resume from the printer, carefully put the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket, and went out.

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Wayne Manor.

"He went to the Iceberg Club... to apply for... Uh, good morning?" Bruce Batman Wayne walked lazily to the dining table in the living room, sat on the chair slowly, and looked at the old butler disapprovingly. Medium pour black coffee is like pouring water.

Faced with such gazes, Bruce had a lot to say.

Taking off the Batman uniform, the Prince of Gotham, who showed more of Brucey's precious side, looked at Alfred accusingly with his slightly soft dark blue eyes at the moment, and said, "I think getting up at eight o'clock in the morning It is the destruction of a normal person."

"Let me remind you, it's already nine o'clock, Master Bruce." The butler of Wayne Manor leaned slightly and said politely: "Lucius reminded you repeatedly yesterday that you have a board meeting at ten o'clock this morning, please Be sure to attend."

"I can't..." Bruce turned his head and stared covetously at the person on the sofa in the living room who silently diluted his sense of existence, lowered his head and quickly gnawed his own share of cookies, suppressing all his screams in his heart A little boy with blue eyes suggested seriously: "Can't Jason go instead of me?"

Do the math, Dick had gone to many of his previous board meetings in his stead.Although Dick is flying solo, he has Jason.

"Cough, cough, cough." Batman caught him prying the tires of the Batmobile on the spot, and "accidentally" saw Batman's real appearance behind the mask, and was "forced" to join Wayne's small family and win the middle for himself Jason Wayne Todd named Wayne squirted.

"A-what are you kidding?" Jason Todd's eyes widened, there is no reason for this.His desire to be Robin was ruthlessly put aside by Batman, and the board meeting, which Batman obviously shunned, wanted to push him to replace him. Is there anyone like this!

"My dear Jason, son." Bruce stretched out his hand to Jason on the sofa, using Brucey's sweet and handsome face to make an old father-like gesture, and said, "It's okay, you just go to be a Mascot, full seat, um, about two hours is enough. Lucius is there for the group's affairs, no problem."

Jason: "..."

Oops, where did this sympathy for a certain Wayne CEO come from.

as well as……

Jason shook his shoulders, as if he wanted to shake Bruce's hand out to him, and shouted: "Old man, speak well, don't deliberately disgust people."

Baby Brucey's blue eyes full of hurt at the moment can make anyone who sees this scene feel guilty.

Jason: "..."

Too deadly.

Sorry, thinking that this weak and pitiful expression actually belonged to Batman himself, Jason's goosebumps were about to pop up all over his body.

Jason felt like he had to change the subject, in order not to be abused by Batman with this expression, in order not to be stuffed into Wayn Tower's office by the man who had just been promoted to be his adoptive father and be a mascot for at least two hours.

"...That Constantine, I want to go see him."

A big living person who suddenly appeared from mid-air, obviously of extraordinary origin, hey, Batman obviously knew something, but he just didn't tell him.Jason felt that he needed to take the initiative.

"No, Jason." Bruce faded his playboy tone, his expression and voice infinitely approached Batman's state, and warned word by word; "He is dangerous, don't approach him."

Jason narrowed his eyes slightly, and resolutely refused: "No!" The young boy glanced at the butler of the town house, felt confident, raised his chin, and said "This is my case", and then kicked and kicked. ran away.

Bruce: "...Aff, look at him!"

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#818 The Spicy One Started to Smash Hell's Fallen Angel#

Beria: Won't you let me go?Okay, I'm going to hell and can't hold me! !

First Fallen: Get lost, if you want to leave hell, just go, who will keep you.Damn, if you keep killing me, hell will be no match for heaven You bastard fallen angel, you are a spy sent by heaven (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

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Beria: Burning, hacking and killing

Constantine: job application ing