"Go back to hell, or I will die in front of you!"
Constantine said, taking out a blade from his pocket and placing it on his wrist. Thinking that it would be too slow to die, he placed it on the aorta in his neck instead.
"Constantine, this is the weakest threat I have ever heard. What does your death have to do with me?"
Manmeng, who possessed Angela, smiled: "Do you think I would feel pity and give up the opportunity to rule the world for your life?"
"Of course you won't feel pity, but you have to think clearly about the consequences if I die!"
Menmeng was stunned when he heard this. Yes, he really couldn't bear the consequences of Constantine's death.
For a long time, Constantine's soul has been regarded as something in the bag by the Lord of Hell, his neurotic father Satan, and has been paying close attention to it for a long time.
If Constantine dies, his father Satan will immediately come out of hell and personally go to the world to take away this scumbag's soul.
At that time, when the father and son meet, their eyes wide open in embarrassment, the angry Satan might save him some face and not beat him until he rolls on the floor in public.
But once he returns to hell, to Satan's home court, what awaits him will be a beating in the dark, the kind of beating to death.
Manmeng was not afraid of being beaten to death by Satan. As a son of hell, it would be difficult for him to die. To put it bluntly, even if it is Satan, it is not that easy to kill him.
But not being able to die is precisely the worst thing, because Satan can use his talents to his fullest and use countless tricks to beat him.
After ten thousand years of beatings, there are hundreds of thousands more tortures in hell!
Thinking of this, Manmeng shuddered, and the body suspended in mid-air took two steps back. Constantine could not die, at least until he successfully came to the world, he must not die.
"Hehehe..."
Seeing that Manmeng had figured it out, Constantine gave Midnight a stern look and waved his hand to tell them to get out of here. If Manmeng killed him later, don't blame him.
Then, he held the butt of the cigarette with his orchid fingers and threw it on the ground. He stamped it out with a strong kick and walked to Manmeng's side with steps that he didn't recognize.
In the past, Constantine would never have done this, but now it was different. He was sure that not only did Menmeng not dare to kill him, but he would also take the initiative to protect him.
"Little Manmeng, do you know that the mother you chose to come to the world is my girlfriend?" Constantine said kindly and kindly: "If you are born, I will take over from Satan and become your father!"
Manmeng was angry. He really couldn't kill Constantine, but that didn't mean he couldn't beat Constantine. Seeing the arrogant face below, which suited his hand shape very well, he raised his hand and slapped her without saying a word.
Didn't fight!
Constantine put the blade on his neck and hooked Manmeng with his other hand: "Come down, why are you standing so high? Angela is wearing trousers, not a skirt. No matter how high you stand, I can't see you. , besides, I’ve seen enough.”
Manmeng was deeply humiliated, and slowly lowered his body, making up his mind to get close to Constantine, break his hands, and use his painful wails to wash away the shame.
Constantine chuckled, threw away the blade, and lifted up his khaki windbreaker. Under Manmeng's surprised gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt, and crude magic patterns were painted on his chest with unknown paint.
"The magic of suicide can only be used on myself. Once I am injured or feel pain, the magic stored in my heart will explode with a 'BOOM' and spray blood on your face."
Constantine said, triumphantly making an explosive gesture: "I advise you not to try any tricks. The only way to make this magic invalid, or to make me lose control of it, is to kill me, knock me unconscious or... Even if you extract my soul, it will only activate the magic in another way and take effect immediately."
When Manmeng heard this, he felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
Moreover, this kind of fly had just flown out of the public toilet, and had been covered in yellow soup by him before. When it passed by some parts of the body, it even collapsed from his force!
so terrible!
Manmeng looked at Constantine coldly. If the ceremony hadn't been in the swimming pool, he would have left immediately.
Constantine was not going to let Menmeng go, so he walked over with a smile and put his arms around his shoulders, which was Angela's shoulders: "Zai'er, I have terminal lung cancer. Is there anything you can do?"
"No!"
"It's impossible. If you think about it again, it must be possible."
Manmeng said angrily: "I do, but why should I help you?"
"Because if you don't help me, I will die!" Constantine said matter-of-factly, and his face changed: "Oh, my heart suddenly hurts so much, I feel like it will explode soon, and I will spray blood all over your face!"
Manmeng was furious: "Asshole, even if I have the ability to cure you of lung cancer, the process will be very painful and you will still die immediately if the magic is triggered!"
"Silly boy, if you treat it in a painless way, it will be OK."
"..."
"Be confident, I believe you, it's okay!"
(???)
What Constantine said made sense, and Manmeng was speechless for a moment. Amidst his urging, Manmeng reluctantly reached out and put her hand on his ribs, restoring the cancerous nicotine lungs and pulling out the A large amount of foul-smelling black viscous liquid.
During this period, Manmeng also tried to destroy the magic pattern, but Constantine was well prepared. The paint used to depict the array pattern was so magical that it was directly smeared into the flesh and blood.
He was free of illness and light, and his handsome appearance returned to his face. Constantine closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
This is the breath of unfettered freedom, a precursor to returning to the path of scum!
After learning the information about Manmeng's arrival, he lowered Russell's Holy Light Healing Technique by one level as a backup plan and waited silently for the opportunity to come.
Constantine knew very well that Russell was unreliable, because they both had the same look in their eyes. The left eye said 'Selling Teammate' and the right eye said 'Go to hell'.
He can only rely on his own mind and take risks, and the possibility of success will be greater.
Apparently, he succeeded and could smoke cigarettes for at least another 50 years!
"Hahaha----"
With Manmeng shaking with anger, Constantine laughed heartily, touched his pocket and took out his favorite cigarette, held it gently with his thin lips, and then handed the lighter to Manmeng's hand.
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"Look at how stupid you are. You don't have any eyesight at all. How can you be a son in hell and not be your father on earth as soon as possible?"
"..."
Manmeng was furious. He was a son of hell. He was on an equal footing with Jesus in terms of status. He enjoyed countless worships from devils in hell. How had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his courage. He held the lighter tightly, squinted his eyes slightly to hide his murderous intent, and sneered...
Lighted a cigarette for Constantine!
Manmeng silently tasted the bitter fruit of humiliation and warned himself that those who achieve great things must be able to endure it. If he doesn't endure it now, he doesn't know how long he will have to endure it when he returns to hell!
It’s just for a moment, bear with it!
"Hahahaha, well ordered! Well ordered!"
Constantine laughed endlessly, patted Mameng's shoulder, took a deep breath of the cigarette, filtered it with his refreshing lungs, and blew it all on Mameng's face.
"Cool!!"
“Ahhhhh————”
Manmeng had enough, roared at Constantine, waved his hand and shattered the wall next to him. The black mist turned into black bat wings, which fluttered and disappeared into the night.
Manmeng couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to find Gabriel. He wanted to come to the world immediately. Even if the time and place were wrong, he accepted it.
He wants to kill Constantine and torture Constantine's soul forever!
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Constantine gave a middle finger to Menmeng's disappearing back, stood proudly and smoked a cigarette, and took out the paintbrush from his pocket in a hurry.
He drew a complex and complicated magic circle around the swimming pool, and then muttered something in his mouth. After a burst of sublimated blue light lit up, he completely destroyed the best place for Manmeng to come to the world.
The bridge between life and death is interrupted!
"Russell, I'll leave it to you. I'm sure you won't let me down." Constantine held a cigarette between his hands and cursed a few words in his mind, "Shadowmanmeng."
How could he, who is so afraid of death, plant a suicidal curse on his body? Even a child would not believe it!
Snap! Snap!
There was a sound of footsteps, and Midnight and others came back. A group of people looked at the magic circle on the ground, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Midnight smiled and stepped forward, pulled out the cigarette from Constantine's mouth, took out a cigar from his arms, and lit it for Constantine himself: "John, well done. When it comes to deceiving people, you will always be the best." of."
"Of course, I'm John Constantine!"
Midnight nodded repeatedly, took off his fur coat and put it on Constantine, with an unknown smile on his face: "I heard it just now, Manmeng is afraid that you will die and attract Satan, right?"
Constantine's hand trembled when he flicked the cigarette, and he said with a normal expression: "How is that possible? He lied to himself. He was afraid of Satan so he believed my words. In fact, they are all lies."
Midnight seemed not to have heard Constantine's explanation, and said with a sneer: "Once Satan comes, he will find his son who is ready to start a new life. If Manmeng succeeds in turning the world into hell, Satan will have to be on an equal footing with his own son. He will not There is only one hell enough for allowing this to happen.”
"Midnight, what you said makes sense..."
Constantine nodded and agreed deeply. He seemed to have thought of something and threw his cigar on the ground: "I suddenly remembered that I planted a bomb in your bar. I have to defuse it immediately. It's too late for you." The bar is gone.”
Swish, swish, swish!
A group of people brought in at midnight blocked all the passages in front, back, left and right, surrounded Constantine, and frightened him so much that his face turned white.
"Midnight, what are you doing? We just fought off the devil together. We are comrades in arms who go through life and death." Constantine looked around, but there was no way to escape. This was a rhythm that was going to kill him!
He has just been cured of lung cancer, and there are still a lot of girls waiting for him to cause trouble, and he can't die yet!
"John, the crisis is not over yet. We cannot place our hopes on an angel with black wings. After all, even Baikal wants to destroy the world. What else is impossible..."
Midnight's eyes glowed as red as the devil: "But as long as you die, Satan will take Manmeng away, and the world will be safe."
Constantine exclaimed: "Midnight, you are unwilling to believe in my brother, but you are willing to believe in Satan. What is the truth?"
"John, stop talking. If you die, 6 billion can be saved, and you will go to heaven!"
"Yes, if you die now, you will become a hero and your life will be full of meaning."
"Think clearly, John, there won't be any more meaningful sacrifices in your shitty life!"
"..."
Not only at midnight, a group of people around him also began to persuade him. Perhaps they felt that they lacked persuasion, so they took out their weapons and prepared to take action.
It was obviously a tragedy for their companions to sacrifice, but everyone's faces were filled with extremely impulsive smiles. With Constantine dead, they would no longer be afraid of being betrayed.
Sacrifice one person to benefit the whole world, and they are also double beneficiaries. It’s perfect!
"Shit, don't even think about it! Satan can't make me surrender, let alone you!"
Constantine took a deep breath and shouted at the broken hole in the wall: "Manmeng, Gabriel, come and save me quickly——"
At the critical moment, he still has to rely on his teammates!
