Chapter 2757

Multiverse 1, earth 0, Greenwich Village, New York.

Midnight street here is still not very quiet, all kinds of mystery shop is still normal business.

Gypsies, Indian monks, Japanese deities and so on are just like special service practitioners playing with uniforms, sitting in their shop windows, waiting for new novelty seekers to appear on the streets.

As I have said before, the whole street is basically full of swindlers, full of all kinds of fakes and lies. There is probably only one caster with real ability, that is Madame Shangdu.

The red telephone booth on the corner suddenly opened, and out came a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a yellow windbreaker. At this time, he had a greasy smile on his face.

It's not an adjective, but to get rid of the possible pursuits, Constantine smeared corpse oil on his face and could temporarily disguise himself as a dead person by holding his breath.

But I'm afraid it's not very effective to smoke at the same time.

But make do with it. Why are you so serious? Anyway, I have a ghost with me.

"Come on, brother, move her here."

He turned and waved to the phone booth. Gabriel, who was called "good brother", drank his John's wine, so he couldn't drink it for nothing.

Even if there is no way to take the angel to block the knife, it's good to bring help to carry the goods.

Ghost knows where the woman fell from. Although she has no worries about her life, it seems that she dropped her head when she fell to the ground. Even if she was held by a beautiful man like archangel, there was no response.

OK, Gabriel is as dirty as a Mexican drug dealer who vomites on his face after getting drunk. He can't see the perfect face of an angel... But he hasn't taken a bath in a year. Can body fragrance wake people up?

It seems that this woman is really in a coma, not in disguise.

Gabriel checked her condition at that time, and unexpectedly found that she was not a creature in the current multiverse, but came from outside the origin wall. He suggested Constantine to find a doctor who can really cure people to save the woman.

If in the past, when he was an archangel, it was easy to save a mortal caster.

But now, Gabriel lost his wings and gave up his identity as an angel. He was an ordinary man himself. At most, his body was more durable.

At that time, Zha Kang said a lot of dirty words insulting the angel, but at the same time, he secretly informed the dark Zhenglian, and his heart was serious.

He sent three people to Greenwich to find Madame Shangdu, because her spell can foresee part of the vague future and part of the fragmented past.

Maybe people have foreseen today?

The answer is... It is.

The door of Lady Shangdu's fortune telling shop is wide open, and there is a new sign beside the door, which says:

"Constantine and angels are not allowed in."

"Ha ha, she is still so duplicative, woman!" Zhakang took a puff of his cigarette and spit to one side. He took the sole of his shoes and wiped it evenly. He said to Gabriel: "by the way, good friend, Lucifer has slept thousands of men and women in recent years. How many have you slept?"

This is no words to find words, slag Kang led the angel carrying people to the house, but also with the foot full of phlegm to kick the sign aside, conveniently also shut the door.

"The combination of spirit and flesh is not about quantity." Gabriel calmly replied to zakang. Of course, he can tell a number, which is about a thousand people, both men and women.

Because he lives in the dark of the street, he is still free, so the number of people is no less than Lucifer.

But it doesn't make sense to say that.

"Tut, you are an angel." Zha Kang helped the comatose woman and wiped some oil: "going to bed is called the combination of soul and flesh. I've learned, ha ha."

"You'd better learn something useful, such as politeness." Mrs. Du, who had been sitting on the sofa all the time, interrupted Constantine's sour speech and lit up the desk lamp: "I have written that you are not allowed to come in. You come in, and you also say dirty words that don't respect the host. You are just a group of moving garbage and stinky dung."

She held her Tarot Card tightly in her hand, and her eyes seemed to look at the darkness behind him through the man. The air is filled with the smell of incense, which is a habit Mrs. Shangdu learned hundreds of years ago when she followed Genghis Khan.

Burning some spices can calm people down.

But seeing zhakang will still be angry. Normal people will, because where there is zhakang, there will be trouble. If there was a little trouble, it would become a big trouble.Constantine withdrew his hand from the comatose woman's buttocks, put it under his nose to smell it, and grinned and fell on the sofa.

He dropped the cigarette end in his mouth, lit a new cigarette, and deliberately blew the mixed smoke at nemu, saying, "I'm sorry. Generally, when ladies say 'no' to me, we English gentlemen acquiesce that they agree in their heart."

If we go back to the days of King Arthur, then Madame Shangdu is also English. Can she have a relative?

But nemu is not zatana after all. She doesn't eat the hippie and smiley face of British gangsters at all.

The lady raised her hand and patted the table directly. The next second, the sofa where zhakang was sitting turned into a bloody mouth and swallowed him like a crocodile.

Then there was a crackling sound, and it was the wooden frame and spring in the sofa beating the bitch.

Constantine blesses all kinds of witchcraft like "anti injury curse" all the year round, which will automatically rebound the damage to the person who inflicts it. But this is not a magic without flaws.

With a little bit of puppet control, which is popular among Gypsies, you can manipulate inanimate objects, such as sofas, tables, chairs and benches, to do simple things, so that they can bear the rebound damage as perpetrators.

Gabriel stepped aside to let go of the comatose woman, and then quietly watched as Constantine was beaten, with an angel's loving smile on his face.

Nemu indwandu also has no good feelings for angels.

But Gabriel knew that she was dirty, so she didn't sit on her sofa. This kind of performance would not be annoying.

"Do you need a place to clean yourself?" Her tone softened a lot, suggesting that Gabriel could take a bath: "I'll take care of this comatose lady. I foresaw her arrival, and I only wanted to see her."

"Rachel is after John. This woman collides with them. Maybe that's my Lord's plan."

Gabriel did not refuse the woman's offer of water. Smiling and nodding at the same time, it also shows the problem. Things will always be different from foresight, just because there is only one true God in the world, and the Lord has arrangements for everyone.

Then he went to the back of the shop and cleaned himself.

Looking at the angel's naked back, Mrs. Shangdu shook her head in silence. She has been living like Gypsies for hundreds of years, and she doesn't believe that God can decide people's fate.

She used to think that "death" was a God, a God who could decide human life and death. But when the girl gave her endless life, she also showed that she was not a God, she was just an "existence".

So from then on, nemu was more determined not to worship any gods and demons, because it was ridiculous to sober people.

Speaking of soberness

"Ms. Lynn, if you wake up, please speak to me, or you will only be considered a threat if you continue to pretend to sleep."

The comatose woman sat up. She took off her silver crown and arranged her black skirt: "where's Constantine? I want to see Constantine. I have to be right now, right now. It's urgent! "

The cannibal sofa on one side shook a few more times.

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