[Comprehensive] Looking for a male god system experiencer

Try to give Constantine a friendly smile as generously as possible.

Constantine's complexion was sickly white, he nodded slightly, and didn't say much.Marcel and Klaus had nothing to say, so it fell to me and Klaus to ease the atmosphere.

I started by asking, "When will it start?"

In fact, what I was thinking about was when the next time I would spend time with Constantine.

Of course, Klaus didn't know my little plan. He spread his hands and said, "Tonight." Although he spread his hands, he didn't feel helpless or remorse for disturbing people's rest.

I raised my wrist to look at my watch, rolled my eyes, put the watch under Klaus's eyelids, and shook it: "It's past ten o'clock now."

"Why, it's late at ten o'clock? Haven't you had a nightlife yet?" Klaus felt that I was making a fuss.

"Did you mean sex/life?" I extended the meaning of the sentence.

Klaus smiled meaningfully when he heard the words, folded his hands, and stretched out an index finger, which meant that what I said was absolutely right.

Throwing the burden to Konstantin, in fact, I wanted to attract his attention, I said: "Okay, I don't care, I have to ask...Mr. Konstantin." Just said his name like this, like There was a burning charcoal stick in his mouth.

When Constantine saw me calling him, his eyes couldn't help staying on me. He looked at me, then at Klaus, and said slowly and coldly, "I don't mind."

I dare not stare at him all the time, although he doesn't recognize me.

"In that case, why not leave now?" Klaus pretended to be very polite.

Marcel kept silent, probably sulking, thinking that his good dinner had been ruined by Klaus.

Marcel finally said: "No, no, no, Klaus, please give Constantine a banquet to express your thanks." His teeth are so white, his mouth opens and closes, and my eyes are completely covered by that white mouth. Teeth are attracted.

"Oh, but, human life is at stake, so it's not too late." Klaus said everything he said was justified, and Constantine had been doing whatever he wanted with an attitude of indifference.In the end, Marcel didn't hold back Klaus, but he didn't come because he knew he wasn't welcome at the moment.

Because of Konstantin, we took a taxi back instead of walking.

Only one of the three likes to be silent—Konstantin, who has a lot of pressure, which can lead to embarrassing situations.

Klaus was sitting in the co-pilot, and there were only Constantine and me behind. London was bustling and peaceful at night, except for the cold night wind and misty mist. I put my arms on the window and huddled in a corner, sometimes Looking out the window and thinking wildly, sometimes he would sneak a few glances at the expressionless Constantine.

"Where are you from?" Finally I couldn't hold back, I asked.

Constantine was staring out of the window in a daze. He heard me calling him. He turned his head in a daze. There were other emotions in his eyes, which I didn’t quite understand. Answer, "Los Angeles."

Blinking his eyes lightly, it must be Constantine who was right.

It's just that he... doesn't know me.

This feeling seems to be like a stalk in the throat, and unknown emotions are surging.

"Los Angeles is a great place," Klaus interjected ahead.

"Perhaps." I returned him lightly.

"Where do you think is not a good place?"

"Where you are..." I said truthfully.

Klaus smiled faintly, not caring.

Back home, Hailey was coaxing Hope to sleep, Klaus just opened the door and took a careful look, then left, Rebecca was watching TV in the room, I could hear the sound of her eating snacks through the door.

"Thank you." Klaus led the way with his hands behind his back, and finally thanked Constantine in a gentlemanly manner.

I walked at the back, looking thoughtfully at the two excellent men in front, one is completely evil, the other seems to be both good and evil.

One is the devil in the sun, and the other is the sun in the devil. It is obvious that Klaus is the murderer, but Constantine's dark gloom makes me a little confused.

But all in all, he wasn't as perverse as Klaus was, and he was a nice guy.

Always.

"I need you to stand far away." At this moment, Constantine took out a thumb-sized bottle from his pocket, and he stretched out his palm to signal us to back away.

Klaus and I exchanged glances, then faded over the edge.

The little bottle was probably filled with holy water, because when I threw it down, I could feel the danger that if it was splashed a little, it would corrode my skin.

"Omnes virestene bris

Quasivas contractum

Quamprimuma

Sefestinanter

Deusroreautfacinus

Cavetibi

Dicenda"

His voice seemed to come from afar, with magical powers.

Visible to the naked eye, the black and red figure in the area surrounded by his holy water floated a little bit above Freya's coffin.

He stood quietly in the center, with his head slightly lowered, and his eyes were very calm when he raised his eyes. He surrounded these shadows, his breathing was gentle, and his strong heartbeat made me unable to ignore it.

Those shadows are like jellyfish in the sea, gradually emitting a strange brilliance, slowly making people wonder if time has stood still.They were still in doubt just now, but suddenly they turned into angry sharks. They floated in the air flaunting their might and suddenly bent down to rush towards Constantine.

"Be careful!" I yelled.

"You care about him?" Klaus was taken aback by my sudden yell, and he looked at me while digging his ears, his eyes probing.

I quickly restrained my emotions when I heard the words, but I didn't know that Constantine's body in the middle of the floor froze for a moment. He quickly took out a palm-sized mirror from the pocket of the windbreaker lining.

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of the lighter cover being opened. He held up the mirror, and lit the lighter on the back of the mirror with his other hand, and those shadows got into the mirror all at once.

Seeing this, Constantine quickly threw the mirror on the ground and stepped on it hard.

He finally relaxed, clapped his palms casually, and without looking up at us, took out a cigarette from his chest, lit it slowly, and took a deep puff without any enjoyment, like a mechanical habit.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he raised his eyelids and glanced over. He gently clamped the cigarette between the first knuckles with two fingers, took another big puff in silence, and slowly spit out the eye sockets. The smoke was lingering and choking. His voice is a little hoarse, full of magnetism, like the sound quality of a subwoofer, and he said lightly: "It has been removed."

"Yes, very good, thank you." Klaus walked over and patted Constantine on the back.

Constantine glanced at Klaus, and said a word in a calm tone to keep me where I am.

"I need her to help me with a little trouble, but you can go away." He didn't look at me when he said this, Klaus

Hearing this, he looked at Constantine inquisitively. The two men looked at each other in silence, and the pressure became lower. After a long time, Klaus failed to observe. He shrugged and smiled, showing his dimples: "Of course." Shoulder, "He needs your help, I guess you will not refuse."

There were stars in his eyes, as if there was something in his words.

"You..." Before I finished speaking, Klaus pressed a soft kiss on my right cheek, like the waves splashed by the tail of a small fish, he took a step back, and his voice was very gentle: "You are beautiful today .” Then he turned and left as if nothing had happened.

I touched my cheek, obviously I was hit a lot, Klaus...did he take some wrong medicine?

But the current situation doesn't give me too much time to worry about these things. Constantine is watching me in place, his black eyes are like the dark night sky.

In the narrow basement, the exquisite deer head sculpture seems to be the witness of this space. His half-closed eyes are not bright enough to watch all of this. His eyes are still so deep, and the crushed mirror reflects the silvery white. beam.

He doesn't move, and neither do I.

I want to compare you to a charming summer day, but you are more lovely and gentle: the wild wind destroys the tenderness of the buds in May, and the return date of summer disappears day by day; the bright eyes of the sky occasionally burst out bright , but it is difficult to reflect his dim face; all the bright colors have gradually faded, and the process is so pale; but you are like an eternal summer, and all the beauty will never change; even the god of death dare not be arrogant to you, For thou shalt live forever in the immortal Psalm: so long as mortals live, thou shalt live with the Psalm.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Thou art more lovingly and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Andsummer's lease hathall too short date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heavenshines,

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