Martin Variety in American Comics

"Stop it! You bastard, which woman kicked you out of bed, and then you thought of me, right?"

Moody leaned against one door frame, stretched out his hand and pressed on the other door frame to block the door.

A normal person would know that this was a sign of a woman's rejection when seeing this posture.

But Constantine was not a normal person.

He was thicker than a city wall, and he ignored the woman's rejection and bent down to get under her armpit.

"You shameless man!"

The woman was ashamed and angry, not because the slit in the upper part of her skirt was too big, and if she got under her armpit, she could see the scenery inside her clothes as long as she turned her head.

What made her angry was that not long ago, this bastard coldly proposed to break up when he was putting on clothes after doing double sports with her.

Even animals, after doing things, will use their tongues to lick each other's bodies to savor the feeling caused by pain.

But Constantine was not a beast, he was worse than a beast, and he abandoned a woman without hesitation when he had no sexual desire for her.

Of course, in the mouth of the scumbag, they are not ruthless, but to avoid the girl from suffering more emotional harm, so as to cut off ties with them in time.

But anyone with a little brain would not believe such nonsense.

So Moody kicked Constantine on the butt without hesitation.

"Ouch!"

Constantine did not dodge, and was kicked hard, and fell directly to the ground.

"Why can't I get through my butt today?"

He lay on the ground and stretched out his hand to rub his butt, secretly complaining in his heart.

Moody was dressed like an urban beauty, and she was wearing high heels on her feet, and they were the kind of stilettos that were as high as the sky.

If it were an experienced person, this kick would have opened a hole in Constantine's butt.

"Stop pretending to be dead there, get out of my house quickly."

Moody took two steps forward, without any sympathy for Constantine who was lying on the ground, and kicked him twice more.

"I'm not a fragile little girl now. I won't fall for your tricks. Get out of here!"

"Don't be so ruthless. We have a history after all. Let's talk about the past."

Constantine was like a piece of meat on a rolling knife. No matter how Moody kicked him, he didn't react. He even smiled brightly.

"Actually, I miss you, but you also know that my job is too dangerous. Ordinary people should stay away from me."

Constantine turned his body and began to beg for mercy from the woman.

When he saw the woman stopped moving, he shamelessly grabbed her ankle and rubbed it carefully.

Moody wore black stockings. Constantine's big hand touched it. It was soft and smooth, and even made a rustling sound.

Moody, who was very strong just now, blushed instantly. She pulled her legs hard, but couldn't get rid of Constantine's big hand, so she whispered:

"You pervert, let go of your hands quickly, don't touch my feet anymore."

"Don't be shy!"

Constantine never knew how to write the four words "stop when enough is enough". Seeing Moody retreat, he became strong. Not only did he not let go of his previous hand, but he also held the woman's ankle with his other hand.

Then he pulled the woman down with force, and the two bodies overlapped, filling each other's bumps through the clothes.

This Moody seemed to have an old love for Constantine. His first reaction after being pulled down was not to get up quickly, but to curse a hooligan, and there was no other action.

Constantine, a veteran in the love field, didn't understand what it meant. He instantly turned into a wolf in lust and prepared to give a French kiss.

Bang!

Constantine didn't kiss the woman's soft lips painted with lipstick, but was hit hard by a big slap.

He opened his eyes blankly, only to find that Moody, who was pressing on him, began to turn into sand, and the fine yellow sand flowed directly into his mouth and covered his body.

The beautiful urban beauty also collapsed bit by bit, gradually disappeared, and turned into a handful of yellow sand in the true sense.

Constantine was stunned, and the surrounding environment began to change. A musty smell came from the house, and all the windows were sealed to ensure that no sunlight would shine into the house.

"I was actually under an illusion?"

Constantine immediately realized what happened to him. He looked up and saw Martin and Morpheus standing side by side, staring at him.

"I didn't do anything strange just now?"

"Of course not."

Martin smiled and said, "It's just watching you hugging and talking nonsense to a ball of air."

"Humph, this is personal privacy, I hope you can respect it."

A shameless person like Constantine would certainly not really get angry because of such a thing.

He jumped up from the ground, looked at the messy house, frowned and asked: "What happened here? Moody is a good girl, she won't let her house be so dirty."

"Then you have to ask what good things you have done."

Martin looked at Constantine, as if he was going to judge him.

When Constantine was captured by the dream and indulged in the sexual desire of men and women, Martin and Murphys had already estimated the general situation of the matter.

Then, Martin slapped Constantine in the face and woke him up.

"What does it have to do with me? Although I am a scumbag, I never cheat my bed partner of money or other things."

Constantine waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was his bottom line, and no matter what happened, he would never violate it.

"You left the sandbag to a mortal, this is the biggest mistake you made."

Murphus is okay with Constantin, and of course not polite to speak.

"Farker!"

Constantin shook his head and threw out the things in the crotch, and the IQ once again occupied the highland, so he realized what stupid things he had done.

He rushed into the bedroom quickly and looked at the horrible scene.

In the unseen room, Moody's Moody's once died is now dying. She was lying on a double bed with a quilt on her body, but the exposed head was already skinny. Essence

"No no, Moody's!"

Constantine is a bastard, but he also has feelings. When he saw a woman walking into the Ghost Gate because of his own negligence, he must have guilt.

"You really appeared in front of me, Johnny? This sandbag finally played a role."

The feminine on the bed is like a hint, and the voice of speaking is no different from the mosquito buzzing, but the three of them are not ordinary people, so they have to listen clearly.

Martin and Murphus instantly shot a harsh gaze to Constantin.

The former was to despise him to do such bastards.

The latter was blame him to call the sandbag and throw it randomly.

Constantine was staring at the eyes of the two big brothers, and he was guilty of the encounter of the woman on the bed.

"Do you know what you are doing, hurry up and give me the sandbag, you will kill yourself like this."

Constantine wants a woman's hand tightly on the sandbags, but the other person's hand is too slender, even if it is a little bit of force, it may cause serious fractures.

"This child has not been saved. He always immersed in the illusory dream with the help of sandbags and consumes his body. Take away the sandbag and not more than half an hour, she will see death. Can't save her ending, it's nothing more than a few hours. "

Murphus looked at the painful woman and said the words coldly.

When he walked into this room, he already knew everything, and as long as he thought, he could hold the lost sandbag in his hand.

But he did not do this. He sympathized with the poor child lying on the bed, and did not want her to leave the world in the dream of seeing the unreal.

But Constantin obviously did not understand Murphy's heart, and even said fiercely: "Shut your mouth, God. You just want to get back your own sandbags quickly, just come to get it. Anyway, there is no difference between these mortals and ants in your eyes ... "

Constantine began to spray people, without dirty words, but very unpleasant, the organ spit out from his mouth.

"Close your stinky mouth!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Martin roared, the temperature in the room fell halfway, the shadow began to distort, the bitter cold climbed to Constantine's body, and the physics prevented him from shutting down.

"John Constantine, everything that happened now is your own fault, you can't blame others on your head. I don't care if you are angry or guilty in your heart, you have digested it for myself, and take the aspiration of the arrows that others give you. "

"Cough ..."

Martin was furious, not only Constantine was suffered, but Moody's lying on the bed was also implicated.

He quickly put away his strength, grabbed the frozen tooth Gadagada, and threw out the room directly.

"The sandbag has been found, it's nothing here, get out!"

"Hey, open the door! The woman inside is my ex -girlfriend. What does the two big men in your two mean?"

Constantine's feelings for Moody's feelings are very complicated, but in summary, he wants to make up for each other, but he does not want to say something, so he chose to use this method to anger the two big men inside.

There was no response in the house, and Martin had not eaten this set of moral abduction. Murphyus was not even people, talking about the morality of fart.

However, Martin and Murphus inside ignored Constantin, but someone outside would not get used to him.

Seeing that they didn't open the door, Constantin was ready to change to the move, but before they spoke, the hoof shadow came over and opened the four hoofs, and they looked like they were ready to go.

"What are you going to do? I tell you, I'm your master ..."

Constantine still didn't know how much he knew technology. He wanted to pull the relationship, but instead anger the hoof shadow with self -awareness.

The hoof shadow was no longer polite, directly on his stomach, and took this bastard to the Church of the Holy Guild.

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"It's quiet outside, let's discuss how to send this poor girl for the last journey!"

Martin really served Constantin and can live a life as such, and the world is rare.

Although Constantine's family is unfortunate, who is not like this, at least he still has the so -called magic protection, and he has not been pulled as a fodder to death.

"I'm surprised just now!"

Murphistan said frankly his feelings: "Just now I thought you would stand on the side of Constantine and rebuked me to be unpopular?"

Martin shook his head gently: "You didn't do it wrong in this matter, and I had no reason to scold you. Besides, you did not take back the sandbags as soon as possible, and it was already kind."

The woman lying on the bed is almost the ending of death, nothing more than a question of how to die early and late.

Martin and Morpheus had almost no relationship with this person, and they only helped out out of sympathy.

But if Constantine stayed here, he would find it difficult to control his emotions, and he might use forbidden magic to help the woman keep her life.

Martin threw it out because of this consideration.

"You are not as arrogant as I thought before."

Morpheus walked slowly towards the woman lying on the bed, waved gently, and she closed her eyes and loosened her hands holding the sandbag.

"I'm just talking about the matter. Now you calm down and think about it. Is it really necessary to take the pet from the brothers Cain and Abel and quickly restore all the functions of the dream?"

As long as Morpheus is in the dream, the dream will return to stability, and those whose sleep is disturbed will return to normal.

As for those who have fallen into a long sleep, as for the investigation of the alliance, there are actually very few left, and they are all dead.

"Maybe! But you are right about one thing. I really shouldn't ignore the curse on Cain and Abel, and I should help them get rid of such a fate."

Morpheus sat on a chair beside the bed, stretched out his hand to pick up the yellow sand in the sandbag, and watched the silly sand flow away little by little, and countless new dreams were born and disappeared.

"If you need my help, forget it, I don't know where I will be tomorrow!"

Martin wanted to make a promise, but thinking about his own situation, he decided to forget it.

Morpheus smiled: "No matter where you are, as long as you can still dream, I can locate your position."

"That's good. If I suddenly appear in the other side of the universe or other universes in the future, I will jump through your dreamland."

Martin never really hated Morpheus, but he didn't like his childish behavior.

Morpheus didn't refuse, and the multiverse made no difference to him.

"I can't save her either. Give her a dream, let her die peacefully in her dream!"

Martin glanced at the woman and shook his head.

There are two kinds of people in this world that cannot be saved. One is that there is really no way, even if you find a god.

The other is that the cost is too high and it is not worth saving.

For Martin, this woman is the latter kind of person who cannot be saved.

If it were Diana, Martin would pull her out of death no matter how much it cost, but she is not, so I'm sorry.

"You weave dreams, and I will guide her to death."

Martin walked to the other side of the bed and stood opposite Morpheus.

"Maybe you don't believe it, I rarely interfere with the dreams of life."

Morpheus argued, then stretched out his index finger, and a stream of yellow sand flowed from his fingertips and sank into the woman's mind.

"Don't ask me what she dreamed, I don't care."

Martin did have such a question, but since it said so, he gave up the idea of ​​asking.

Martin didn't prepare anything, he just stretched out his right index finger to point at the woman on the bed, and whispered:

"Death goes with me!"