"Strange demands, at least for another caster." Madame Shangdu conjured up a teapot carved with gold and inlaid with silver, let it float, poured herself a cup of black tea, and said, "ninety nine out of 100 people who took the initiative to find Constantine died."
"Now that you know my name, you should be able to guess why I'm here." The witch in black, sitting opposite her wife, turned her attention to the shaking sofa on the other side. She seemed to be aware of it and said, "some things only Constantine can do."
Although Mrs. Shangdu's sofa looks very good, it was actually bought from Wal Mart more than ten years ago. Naturally, the materials that make it up are not rare metals or magic fabrics, just ordinary wood and cotton, plus some steel bolts.
Although Nimu's magic is brilliant, it's impossible to trap Constantine with these products for long.
While the two women were trying to talk to each other like riddles, Constantine, trapped inside the sofa, sprang out like a clown's head in a box.
The sofa fell apart, leaving nothing but rubbish on the floor.
He seemed to have been beaten badly, and then he appeared with black and blue face. However, he still leaned against the bookcase beside him and made a posture that he thought was natural and unrestrained, slightly bowed his head and lit a cigarette
"Well, the final mortality rate of customers doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound like a good way to attract customers, but why don't you think about the good? Isn't there still one person alive? "
Well, the ultimate survivor is often the driver.
The strange woman smiles and shakes her head slightly. She doesn't seem to care about it at all
"I believe I am the one who can live."
"Ha ha, then we have reached a consensus, madam." Constantine gave a wry smile. He walked to one side of the table with his cigarette in his mouth and leaned against it: "so why are you looking for me? I don't remember seeing a beauty like you on our planet
Constantine didn't drink much tonight, so he thought his memory was reliable. This strange witch had a special energy. If he had ever seen it, he would have an impression.
"I'm not a person on this planet, or a world." The woman cocked her legs and her black leather boots sparkled in the candlelight: "our world is called etania, where, Constantine, you are a character in the story."
Constantine took a deep breath. The smoke made him squint.
When he looked up at the woman, the other side also looked at him calmly.
"Well, etania, I remember the books I read when I was a child. You are also the character of the story to me."
Although he still smokes with a smile on the surface, in fact, his mind is full of thoughts. If this woman is really the witch Lynn he knows, and really comes from etania
Things may be a bit complicated, at least not to the extent that he can handle it alone.
Mrs. Shangdu looks at the scum and the guests. She only foresaw here. What will happen next? Why is there a kind of inexplicable fear in the heart?
A visitor with a queen's air got up. She looked out of the shop window. There were snowflakes everywhere, but it was more like a countdown to her.
The snow began to creep.
"We're surrounded. Maybe it's not a good place to chat“ The witch turned to see the slag Kang, and the man with the cigarette in his mouth was still in a leisurely manner at this time.
This time, many large white mice emerged from the snow. Their heads were wearing ice masks like crystal skulls, and their eyes were emitting faint red light.
Within a few seconds of talking, the streets were full of these monsters. Each mouse, not counting its tail, was as long as an adult man's forearm, and even had visible muscle masses on its limbs.
"I expected that, but they won't rush in for a while." Constantine pointed to the location of the shop with his cigarette in his hand. "I set up the purple light array, ladies, when none of you knew."
Mrs. Shangdu knows that she is just too lazy to say.
Before entering the door, zhakang spat on the porch. He was a patient with advanced lung cancer, so there would be blood in the cough mucus.
It's devil's blood. It's a natural high-quality casting material.
Then he used the soles of his shoes to step on the sticky phlegm and wipe it everywhere, which is actually the process of drawing a Dharma array with blood.
No one has ever stipulated that the hand must be used to draw the array. If you like, you can use your tongue or eyeball to doodle.As Constantine said, ice and snow mice began to hit the doors and windows here one after another. Many of them were directly killed on the spot. The sound sounded like setting off firecrackers.
But no mice flinched. They seemed to be manipulated by someone. They only attacked zatana's shop. Even if the divination house across the road was open, they didn't see it in their eyes.
"Good ability." Seeing the mice bump into the lavender barrier in the air one by one, Lynn is still calm: "but in our world, our casters are called arcane magicians, and the way we use energy is completely different."
"It's easy to use. Why do you care about addressing?" Constantine took a small wine jug out of his pocket and gave it a swipe: "by the way, you speak English very well."
"It's in our world. It's called Itanian." The witch left the window, and now that she had found Constantine, she was much more at ease.
Purple light array, as a protective magic, can be said to be a magic that zhakang often uses. He can use it to fight against other casters. Naturally, it's not difficult to block some big rats.
It's just that there are too many mice and they come out of the snow continuously. That's the big problem. The energy contained in the blood is not unlimited.
"I've seen people being eaten alive by mice, and since then I've made up my mind never to let myself be killed by mice."
Constantine reached into his windbreaker and produced a golden key. He went to the door of the washroom and went on, regardless of Gabriel, who was bathing in it
"So we should evacuate. They are almost endless, and the temporary Falun can't last long."
And just as he was about to poke something with the key, there was a shrill whistling of air flow in the street, followed by a violent crash that made everyone jump up.
The mice on the street bear the brunt of the disaster. They are smashed and disintegrated one after another, and the ice and snow are blown up to tens of meters in the air.
In the roar of an avalanche, a figure with long hair and a shield and a sword went to the Tarot Divination shop. He cut his way left and right, and hit all the mice in front of the shop window with the shock wave of bangles. He asked the people through the glass:
"I seem to have come in time?"
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