[Zhongyingmei] Do something!Do something!Do something!

The words are divided into two parts.

Tang Song, who was separated from Wei Gong and others because of encountering a fork in the road, the anger that was originally filled in his heart slowly dissipated as time passed. He walked through the fork in the road with his intuition, and began to feel bored with the almost unchanged environment. She turned her head left and right, curiously looking at the origin of the vampires that the seventh ancestor said was depicted on the earthen wall with an abstract painting method.

Cooperating with the previous news, Tang Song, who had read all the murals half-guessed, couldn't spit out ten thousand sentences.

The ancestor of the vampire was the angel most favored by God at the beginning, but he was tempted to betray God, killed Michael and drank the blood of mercury unique to the angel, so the later vampires were afraid of silverware.

——This is definitely the most fucking | explanation of why vampires are afraid of silver objects she has ever seen.

Also, is it impossible to pass the stalk that the most beloved angel of God will definitely betray God?

Full of heart, Tang Song took out his mobile phone and recorded this thing, and decided to share it with Lucifer if he had the chance to meet Lucifer in the future.

Before she finished recording, she saw Constantine running out as if fleeing for his life, followed by a skeleton wrapped in flames in front of her.The skeleton was obviously stunned when he saw Tang Song, the flames in the eye sockets flickered for a moment, raised the shotgun in his hand that was not melted by the flames for some reason, and pulled the trigger coldly.

"You are guilty."

A mechanical sound came from its mouth, and a large piece of flame spewed out from the muzzle. .

Tang Song, who recognized the sudden appearance of the skeleton as the Ghost Rider, was rolling on the ground, dodging the hell flames that hit his face directly, and took advantage of the gap to quickly get up and leave towards Constantine Chased in the direction of the past.

Using magic to increase her speed, she quickly caught up with Constantine and shouted out the civilized language that children should never learn:

"Konstantin, Konstantin! Did you hear that! Fuck you! Where did you get Ghost Rider from!"

Constantine ran in front with his extremely coquettish snakeskin, and replied very calmly: "I used the food that vampires used to hold blood parties to draw a magic circle to summon demons, but the ones that came out were actually demons." What about the Spirit Knight?"

"Sink the ship, be stupid! I told you to summon without washing your face." Tang Song just finished laughing at him and fell into deep thought: "No, wait, Ghost Rider should be counted as SR, right? Four-star card? Single draw Can you get this kind of role, are you a European?"

Constantine did not forget to care for Tang Song with caring eyes while he was running away.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

During the desperate running, Tang Song suddenly let out an earth-shattering cough. While coughing, she reached out and grabbed Constantine's windbreaker.

? ? ? ? ?

Constantine, whose load suddenly increased, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I'm a delicate and weak magician." Tang Song explained sincerely: "How do you say that, shaking S is a glass sword, and the battery life is only ten seconds."

Constantine rolled his eyes in his heart, and tried to save his windbreaker from Tang Song's hands with a smirk: "Is the magician delicate and weak? You should keep it with Danny of the Four Knights." | Let's discuss."

"Heh." Tang Song sneered, holding on to the hem of his clothes and refusing to let go: "The magician I'm talking about is your mage."

Constantine blinked his eyes, and easily accepted the concept of magician = mage, and he didn't want to ask her why she called it that way at all, so he changed his mind and said: "Have you forgotten that I am also a mage?"

"Do you know the five fireball magic? What should be the skill points of the mage?" Tang Song asked aggressively.

"The attributes are full of life and endurance. The skill points are one-handed sword, two-handed sword, block, charge, and the magic symbolizes a holy light?" He blinked and gave a perfect reply.

Tang Song opened his mouth for a long time but said nothing.

Are you happy now, Pi?

She looked at Constantine indifferently.

Very happy, and there is an indescribable joy.

Constantine replied with his eyes.

Seeing that the Ghost Rider is about to catch up, Constantine and Tang Song here are still arguing about whether to drag him away.

"Are you sure you don't want to call Ying|Ling?" Constantine gave up struggling to get a cigarette, and said half-jokingly, "Or are you eager to become one of them?"

If you haven't seen that Constantine has other plans by now, Tang Song is really mentally retarded.

She sat directly on the not-so-clean ground: "Wouldn't it be better if you just ask me if I'm tired of work?"

Constantine shrugged his shoulders, although he didn't say it, it was obvious that he thought so.

"Actually, the reason why I'm so relaxed is because I thought of a solution." Tang Song suddenly had a bold idea, put his hand into the inner pocket of his coat, and touched|found a certain card she had been stupid|stupid|desire|moving for a long time. The courier who wanted to send it to S.H.I.E.L.D. said calmly: "We can find someone to save us, and this person will definitely not be judged guilty by Ghost Rider."

"You have such a hero?"

Constantine raised his eyebrows after procrastinating for so long just to see what Tang Song could do, and a bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind.

"No, I can't draw it. The old sword pool has sunk seventy times in a row." After Tang Song finished speaking in grief, he threw out the clay spider card he was holding in his hand, almost killing the two of them and the chasing ones. After the ghost rider gave a deafening sound.

A big hole that can directly see the night sky appeared above.

Tang Song ignored the crowd who had gathered to watch the big hole, took a deep breath, added a sound amplification magic to himself, let go of the corner of Constantine's lichen, put his hands over his mouth and shouted loudly: "Helpme! Superman!"

In a few breaths, the alien with a small curly hair on his forehead landed in front of them at lightning speed.

His eyes covered his face with the mud that fell from the bombing, and his cloak was crumpled up because he was caught by Tang Song just now. Constantine looked very embarrassed, and he looked like a junior high school student—or Tang Song, who is said to be a high school student, skipped it, and fell on the evil spirit, the flame skull, and the knight, who did not look like a good person in appearance.

The line of sight suddenly becomes sharp, giving people the illusion that they are about to shoot | thermal energy rays in seconds.

In fact, it can be said that the most kind, innocent, and innocent Ghost Rider among the three people looked at the superman who couldn't see any evil with bitter hatred, and had something in his heart that he didn't know whether he should tell Tang Song.

And this kind of operation?

Constantine bit his cigarette thoughtfully, and suddenly learned a new skill.

The author has something to say: In fact, Ghost Rider belongs to the type of "even if he trampled an ant to death when he was a child, he will judge you guilty", unless the good deeds far outweigh the evil deeds.So I think there's nothing wrong with him not seeing evil in Superman.

Constantine dared to summon the ghost knight because he had a backhand, and the escape was purely to test Tang Song's hole cards.

It turned out that Tang Song, who saw this, chose to draw his salary from the bottom of the pot and directly called Superman for help.

In this chapter, few words of the dialogue between Tang Song and Constantine are true.

——These two are just talking nonsense about each other, whoever believes first will be tricked.