Chapter 1180 (2/2)

”Impossible...” Constantine lit a cigarette: ”that thing is like a rope. When you hold it on the shore, it will be pulled into the vortex, and if you throw it away in the vortex, you will give up the last straw to save life. Xiao Na, I know this situation well... Now we are deeply involved, and it is our biggest chip.”

”After the gambling starts, every chip can't give up.”

”Even usury borrowed from the devil!”

Constantine put on the Yellow windbreaker and turned to zatana: ”now, we need to use this chip to strengthen our strength. Now we need strength, even if we deal with the devil.”

”At least break the protective spell on the artifact!” zatana didn't give up the idea of reversing the time and looking for her father. She bit her lips and said, ”the wizard who applied the protective spell is too powerful! Maybe only the ghost can untie the spell...”

The ghost is the most powerful spirit of revenge created by God... Zatana doesn't know why it came to the world. It is said that several of his companions have fallen. So the ghosts came down to earth to punish them on behalf of God.

”Don't need...” Constantine's thought is different from ordinary people: ”most of the power of this protective spell is still used to bind the magic source. It's not easy if we want to pry it open, but it's not difficult if we change our thinking!”

”Destroy the protection spell and release the magic source?” zatana was shocked: ”Are you crazy? We all know how powerful and tricky the magic source is. It's a miracle that we can stably bind it to use. For magicians, the value of protecting the spell is more than the magic source. You actually want to destroy it... The released magic source will be violent and can no longer restore the function of the artifact.”

”If we need it as a weapon, an uncontrolled and powerful magic source is better than an unusable waste!” Constantine said again.

”Of course, it hasn't reached that level yet.” Constantine said so, but his eyes looked at agomodo as if he were looking at a hard walnut... Wondering where to start!

One hand took the artifact sealed by the two together. Zatana glared at him angrily and said, ”you don't want to do this. I'd rather hand it over... I'll keep it first.”

”Who are you going to pit now?” zatana sarcastically said: ”I think Constantine has three treasures: nonsense, magic and good friends. Now you seem to have one less friend. I count. It seems that no one can pit you.”

Constantine twitched on his face. It was obvious that zatana stabbed him again. It must be said that although zhakongkeng's friends worked hard, he was sincere to every friend and could even die for them when necessary. But he knew too much about sacrifice. Both himself and his friends. Every time he lost a friend, he would be really sad and guilty Because of this, he can make a few true friends after his bad deeds in pitching friends.

It's just... Really not much. His friend's production and consumption are out of proportion, which is really not enough.

”This time we went to see the man who is known as the most despicable, bloody and terrible man in Manhattan, but he is actually just a third rate voodoo magician who leads a group of cruel Street gangsters... He is a smart man and should have felt something. I'll see if I can get something good from him.”

”As a special warning to him, the price of trouble.”

”Every time he is approached by trouble, I take the initiative to lead him away. I'm really a good man. For him, a real good man.”

Zatana already understood, ”midnight daddy?”

”I remember he was still looking for you. You seem to have stolen from him again!”

Constantine touched his pocket: ”did you bring the reverse spell? Give me one first... It's time to pay some 'price'!”

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The third prophet watched the two dog men and women embark on the journey. She twitched her nose twice. Her small nose wings fluttered, giving her a sense of ferocity. She disdained to curl her mouth: ”yo! Sour smell...”

Then he smashed Constantine's ”price” into his sexual orientation.

”A lover will eventually become a fag...” the third prophet's dissatisfied voice made Constantine feel cold for no reason. He secretly stretched out his hand to scratch his ass, and then naturally put his hand on zatana's twisted waist. Zatana gave him a white look, but didn't let him take his hand away.