Chapter 363

In Los Angeles, the city of angels, it's not just angels.

As the saying goes, when there is light, there is shadow. In the city where the angel represents the power of light frequently, there are also a lot of demons or undead activities in the dark alleys or underground.

Of course, angels are not here because of the name of the city.

It's because the prince of hell's bar is here.

Lucifer left behind the responsibility of hell and made a mess of order, and the angels came here to watch what he did.

In fact, Lucifer has lived like a human in recent years.

He cut off his devil bat wings and gave it to his ex-wife, Yi Xie nameI. Then he ran a bar on the ground, played detective games, and took part in police beauty.

But Gabriel and Raphael and other angels will come to him in two or three days. What's wrong with the devil in the world, they always suspect Lucifer for the first time.

But most of the time, the last culprit will be Constantine.

This person who can't go to heaven and doesn't want to go to hell is always like having to do something to get comfortable.

At this time, a light rain began to fall in Los Angeles, and the rain has gradually become more and more.

A thin figure in a yellow windbreaker came out of a grocery store with a dull bell on the door.

It's like saying, "go away!".

But the figure's owner was used to it. She took out a new pack of cigarettes from her windbreaker pocket, flicked one out, lowered her head, held it in her mouth, and rubbed out the flame with her fingers to light it.

Compared with dinner, she chose to buy cigarettes first.

"Damn it, I still have a dollar and 40 cents on me. I can't even afford a hot dog. I haven't got dinner yet..." she looked up at the sky. It was raining harder. She was holding a cigarette and looking at the dark spots wet by the rain. "We're all going to have bad luck. I don't have an umbrella. Money, you've failed me again!"

She pulled up the collar of her windbreaker and walked down the street to the office. Although she was skilled in speaking to herself, she did not have any resentment, but seemed very free and easy.

The devil fire in her heart made her warm, and the rain made her feel nothing cool.

"If you can't buy me love, at least buy me dinner. Where is a dollar dinner?"

She was smoking and pondering, but one dollar was too little. She had to take on a business today, preferably the dinner type.

"Well?"

As she walked through the wet street, she was keenly aware of the devil's breath in the deep of the alley, and someone was calling for help.

This is the quickest and most direct job.

A bat with wings, six eyes and a large number of tentacles caught a fat middle-aged man and threw him to the ground.

"I'm going to eat your soul, rip off your head and suck away."

The winged demon came close to the victim's face with yellow saliva.

Demons like to intimidate before they eat people. The soul of fear is more delicious. If they are more desperate, it will be better.

However, just as it was about to move its mouth, a strong red light lit up on the other side of the street.

A series of high demonic words sounded not far away, and a very powerful hellish magic instantly hit the devil and made it fly ash in the air.

Alabel approached the fat man who fell to the ground. If she died, she didn't mind using the money from the dead. The devil ate her soul. It's no use asking for more money, right?

She put down her hands, took off the cigarette and flicked the ash. Seeing that the fat man was not dead, she cut it in a low voice.

Although the timely casting is to save people, but after the rescue, she expressed dissatisfaction, she is so contradictory.

The middle-aged man got up from the ground and packed his briefcase in shock. A lot of documents were scattered on the wet ground.

Alabel just quietly lowered his head to smoke, thinking about the recent events.

"What is that?" The fat man held his briefcase to his chest.

Arabel raised one eyebrow and glanced at him. He didn't know what kind of company clerk he was. He didn't have much money: "obviously, a devil."

"I'm sorry." The man said yes and shrunk into a ball.

"I mean, these things are all over the city these days." Arabel hinted.

"I'm sorry." The man lowered his head and repeated the sentence.

"Forget it..." alabel was too lazy to talk to each other. She was going to go back to the office to see if there was a divorce Commission.

The middle-aged man was holding a briefcase and his broad face was full of curiosity: "you saved me with two hands. How did you do it?"

"I learned from the tubing video, two hours into a master of dark art.""Really?" The middle-aged man showed a yearning look. Even for ordinary people who have no knowledge of mysticism, he has just felt the power of magic and the destructive momentum.

"As a man who was almost eaten by a devil for dinner, you have a lot of problems," he said

"I'm sorry..." the man lowered his head.

Alabel sighed. It seems that the fatso's submissive character is caused by ordinary life. He is also a poor man, and she has no supper. She is even more pitiful.

"Well, we're done. You'd better go home and lock the door." She patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and turned her head to leave.

"How can I repay you? You saved my life. " The man asked after him.

"Do you have any cash?" She turned her head slightly, and the cigarette in her mouth kept getting wet and dry: "I usually charge for this kind of work."

"Yes, about forty dollars." The man touched his pockets and pulled out some crumpled bills.

Alabel quickly turned around and snatched the money off his hands. He began to count the bills with a little saliva on his thumb. "I used to charge a lot more than that, but this time I'll take it as a special offer for new customers."

38 dollars and 50 cents. You can have some good food tonight. Let's have Thai food.

She put the money in her pocket and waved her hand to leave.

"Who are you?" The fat man asked her again.

Alabel patted himself on the head and took out a pile of business cards from his pocket and gave them to the fat man.

"Take more and give it to your friends. I have a hunch that they will use it recently. Recently, my exorcism service is doing a buy one get one free activity to help me publicize it."

Of course, it's hard to say if a middle-aged person is almost transparent in his life whether he has friends or not...

he watched the beautiful figure disappear in the night, looked down at the business card which gave people a very unreliable first image, and then ran to his home.

For ordinary people, what happened tonight is a little too exciting...

alabel is in a good mood. With her dinner, this cruel world will not make people hungry, and her ability is very good.

She is the strongest caster she knows.

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