Chapter 829 (1/2)

”God, how do you know I'm here?”

Constantine is dragged by Su Ming like a walking corpse. He is not afraid to see the people of Zhenglian at all. Instead, he is worried about meeting the death knell. He acts like this, but he has a clear goal.

In order to gain benefits, mercenaries have no one who can't be killed. The death knell of different worlds will not kill people at will. He will only make life worse than death...

Su Ming has made a perfect answer to his question: ”first, you don't believe in God at all. Second, I have a brain.”

Zha Kang rubbed his dirty hand on the windbreaker, covered his face and sighed.

”You're here to trouble me...”

”look, look, my dirty friend, a real smart man.”

Su Ming takes his arm off zhakon's neck and puts his arm around his shoulder, but this guy is so smelly that it's like rotten Thai food spilling from under his skin.

The whole person is very greasy, not to mention, but also has the smell of dying people, like the smell of piss mixed with the smell of death.

For the answer to the death knell, Constantine just ”ha ha ha ha” with a fake smile, while constantly wriggling his shoulders, as if trying to let Su Ming get rid of the greasy windbreaker.

”Back from hell, huh? What's the gain? ” Su Ming was really like a friend. He dragged Zha Kang to the reception room and sat down around the ridiculous tablecloth: ”where's your housekeeper? Don't you open the door and serve tea? ”

There was a brown water stain on the tablecloth. It seemed that someone had put the baby on this little table, and the baby was incontinent.

But this stain looks like a bat. Is it a coincidence?

”He went back to his hometown to visit his relatives. His relatives in hell miss him a little bit.”

Constantine covered his heart with a moving smile.

This is family relationship. It's really out of my mind.

But the red one eye of the death knell turned to him, and the cold voice pierced his lie:

”did you sell him? Right? ”

”Betrayal is not a very accurate word... Well... I just let him deal with some of his crises on his own, sooner or later, right?

Constantine was not ashamed at all. He also put up a finger and swayed in front of him, correcting Su Ming's statement.

”Independence, I like the word.” Su Ming forced a crooked neck, as if eating sour fruit, under the mask issued a tut voice: ”and the second half of the sentence is also right, some things you will always face.”

”Ha ha ha...” Zha Kang wiped his sweat. He didn't mean that!

”You are quite reasonable. If someone tells me that you are XX, or XXX, the number one XXX in the world, I will not believe it at all, not at all!”

Su Ming regards falsehood as truth. He believes it himself whether others believe it or not.

If you want to cheat people, you must first deceive yourself. At this time, full coverage mask has incomparable advantages.

”Seriously, you shouldn't have come to me. I can't help the general manager. I don't know what it is.” Constantine opened his hand and looked at Su Ming sincerely.

He also wanted to take the opportunity to make tea, but the green arrow had already brought the teapot over, and Diana was guarding him like a thief. The lasso in her hand seemed to slide unconsciously on her fingertips.

Dozens of tentacles broke out at the moment of the strangulation, blocking all around the table like spider webs, and the magic floating cloak floated up and swam around Constantine's neck like a snake choosing the position of its lower mouth.

Su Ming stretched out his hand, a flame appeared in the palm of his hand, so he heated the beautiful porcelain pot to boil water.

”Go on, go ahead and see if you can convince me.”

Constantine leaned back on the back of the chair, and the old chair squeaked: ”listen, you don't have to frighten me with upside down people. I'm not afraid at all. Really, I'm tattooed with all kinds of antidotes you can't imagine. This is my fortress.”

”Oh, thank you for reminding me to remember to peel.” Su Ming just makes a warm voice.

”Listen, I won my life by playing mahjong for hundreds of laps in hell. It's true that you let the cursed Barbie send me to the wheat, but that doesn't mean I owe you.”

Constantine scratched his hair and dandruff fell like snow.

”Ah, ah, ah, pause here.” Su Ming shook his head at him and said, ”in the eyes of normal people, that's called saving grace, which also means you owe me.”