Chapter 3484 (1/2)

Constantine has the ability to cast spells. In fact, there is little difference. He usually doesn't need magic. He prefers to solve problems with his brain.

You can say he is a scum bastard and irresponsible scum, but you have to admit that hell detective is a smart man.

It is said that the death knell and the secret guest put their hands on his shoulder to provide a sense of security, but Su Ming has long seen that he wants to use the energy in Liana's body through physical contact.

Maybe he had this plan when he saw that the girl could cast magic and determined that the energy attribute was also the dark one.

Because slag Kang is not familiar with the secret guest, and he doesn't know what kind of person she is. In his eyes, the girl is just a devil. What's wrong with casting magic with the power of the devil?

In fact, if he said directly that he wanted to borrow energy, Su Ming would certainly let the secret guest agree. But slag Kang is this character. If he can cheat, he will never tell the truth.

However, it doesn't matter. There is no need to worry about some minor things, as long as the results are good.

Su Ming nodded to the secret guest and motioned to do just that. Liana flattened her mouth silently and took a breath, putting her palm on Zha Kang's shoulder behind her.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing through the corridor, the coolness followed, and the air seemed to become thicker.

Constantine shrunk his neck, trembled, closed his eyes, as if he had been covered by something, clutching the cross in both hands, and began to jump up the great God.

He is also a talent. He uses the ritual of African voodoo to drive the holy objects of the crusade. Is this a stage play CO produced by Britain and Africa?

Anyway, Su Ming directly thought of two blossoms. If he hadn't been an unbeliever, I'm afraid he would have asked slag Kang to apologize to all the people of the Vatican.

While jumping and twisting, slag Kang rolled his eyes and recited the mantra. Sure enough, he was stealing the power of the secret guest to cast the spell.

Leana glanced at the teacher secretly and raised her eyebrows for advice. Su Ming just shook his head and motioned to Constantine to steal it, pretending not to notice.

Anyway, even if the lie is exposed, the cheeky scum will only cheat and say that there is no way to solve the problem without energy. The final result will not change.

The spell became faster and faster, and the sound became louder and louder. After more than ten seconds, it seemed that the whole corridor was echoing with the sound of chanting loudly.

It's like a bell ringing, and it's like the waves beating the rocks.

An indescribable sense of rhythm filled the spell that was not rhymed at all, and Constantine's eyes also emitted a faint red light. But the scene that should have been very oppressive, when matched with his obscene face, it only makes people want to laugh.

Fortunately, the spell was effective. Although no one knew what Zhekang had done, the corridor was gradually stretched open.

The wallpaper on the wall seems to move with the space, like a silk scarf stuck in a hole on the desktop. An invisible hand pulls the four corners of the silk scarf out of the hole and slowly paves it on the table.

A room marked 217 on the door appeared, as if it had grown out of the original wall. Even when it came out, it made a bang, like pulling out the leather spoon from the toilet.

Constantine smiled askew, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. After putting away the cross, he turned his palm and made a gesture of inviting in: