Constantine smiled miserably, and he stood up shaking against the wall, blood kept flowing down between his lips and teeth.

Three ribs were broken, and their internal organs were probably broken in many places. The noisy and tinnitus hit his forehead like a bell. If he hadn't been as strong as steel, he would have been lying on the ground and waiting to die.

Li Ang walked into the living room calmly, looked at Constantine standing against the wall, spread his hands and said, "It seems that your escape strategy is not very successful, Mr. Exorcist."

"Ha, follow, whatever you think."

Even in such a desperate situation, Constantine still looked careless. She bent down from the ground and picked up the cigarette butt with a flash of fire and sucked it between her lips. While coughing violently, she rubbed the blood from the corners of her mouth roughly with her cuffs.

Li Ang curled his lips, "Can you give me the soul stone? I don't want to look for it slowly on you."

Constantine gasped, leaned her head against the wall, threw the gem out casually, and drew an arcuate track in the air.

Li Ang gently caught the gem, checked and confirmed it, before smiling slightly, and slowly walked towards Constantine.

"If you don't want to run away, we can actually sit down and have a good talk.

Now I can only handcuff you and break every bone, pull out your tongue, and buy a high-end wheelchair dedicated to the physicist Mr. Hawking, so that you can use your eyeball typeboard to retell some mysterious knowledge for me."

He spoke the extremely cruel lines easily and comfortably. Looking at the contemptuous smile that had not been put down on Constantine's face, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you look relaxed? Why, aren't you afraid of your upcoming fate?"

"Fear?" Constantine kept coughing, and the blood overflowing between the teeth made him look like an evil spirit. However, the pain did not knock him down, but instead made him laugh even more arrogantly.

"Go to his mother's fate, my hands are covered with innocent people, the blood of relatives, friends and old acquaintances, and even the only remaining soul has long been betrayed to the dog-shit-hell."

Constantine's words were filled with extremely dirty swear words. If this were a program broadcast on TV, it would have been a "beep" silence.

"You are a pickled bed bug that dares not show your true face and even dares to say your name. I will wait for you in hell, curse you, I will curse you in hell, burning sulfur, and wailing the bones out of the deep hell where the evil spirits cry... "

The lines that those who were deceived by Constantine cursed him when they were dying were actually spoken out from his mouth with a very dark humor.

The defeated dog who lost a lot in the battle was only two choices of whine and barking, while Constantine would rather the latter. Until the last moment of his life, he still wanted to make others suffer, even if it was only a second...

These verbal and verbal swords could not stop Li Ang's footsteps at all. While walking forward, he tore the blanket on the sofa into strips and tied them roughly to the place where Constantine broke his bones.

"You are my property now. Mr. Constantine, it's better not to die now. Although I have recently put a bunch of medical devices in my private warehouse, you have been poisoned by wine, cigarettes and smoke. There is a half chance that I will not be able to save you.

After all, it's so late, I don't want to go to the port to throw the body.

Constantine smiled. He sneered in a messy butt butt that was about to burn his lips, and he mocked him in a messy but willful manner: "Can I ask you one last question?"

Li Ang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, but you'd better cherish the short opportunity when you can still talk."

The lungs were burning and painful as if they were loaded with magma, and the brain was like they were loaded with a blender. There were countless sharp blades cutting each frontal lobe back and forth.

"...You know, why I always smoke these Sika cigarettes?"

Li Ang replied with serenely: "Because the nicotine content is one level higher than other brands, the tar component accounts for a higher proportion. It is rich when pumped into the throat, and it has a wonderful touch immersed in warm sand, which can help people forget the worries and huge pressures they bear."

"Haha, you're right! This thing is really his mother's good cigarette, no worse than those good girls in Rotterdam."

Constantine coughed violently, as if she was about to cough out her lungs, bent down and let herself sit down leaning against the wall.

Wait, at this moment, he really coughed up a piece of lung lobe the size of a fingernail, put it in his palm and flicked it back and forth, watching the surrounding blood bubbles gradually burst...

Constantine's eyes were covered with blood. He raised his head suddenly, stared at Li Ang, who was shrouded in light, and said hoarsely: "Do you smoke?"

"Occasionally," Li Ang replied with a smile: "In order to experience life and accumulate knowledge, I will buy all kinds of cigarettes, either rare or cheap, of course, the camels I am most accustomed to."

"Camel? It's so smoke..."

Constantine murmured and suddenly said, "Actually, I don't like Sika much, but one day I suddenly found that Sika's tobacco leaves are softer, and the shape of the cigarette pipe is more suitable for filling some dust..."

He tried his best to move his body so that Li Ang could see the ashes that had fallen on the ground dozens of minutes ago while the three of them were still confronting each other in the courtyard.

"Some super expensive diamonds with magical dust."

The accumulated piles of ashes were actually an emergency magic circle. It suddenly burst out with a thousand lights, swallowing Constantine. No one could have thought that he had already formulated several escape paths, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

Constantine is just a second-rate warlock located in the middle of the mysterious world. However, his insidious nature always has a backup plan style, his skillful tongue and a reversal of black and white, and his ruthless and unrighteous heart make him a target that any force in the mysterious world feels difficult.

The corner of the miserable Constantine's mouth was curled up. The one who had just thrown to the Hoodman was another magic gem. The constant magic loaded on it could allow the holder to see what he wanted.

The real soul stone is still lying in his pocket,

Constantine felt the twisted touch of her body being teleported rapidly and breathed a sigh of relief. The serious injuries on her body could be temporarily suppressed with magic, as long as she could get the hospital...

He clenched his fists gently, closed his eyes, and murmured: "This time, I won."

The light disappeared, Constantine opened her eyes and saw that she was still in the living room of the villa.

What caught my eye was Li Ang’s cold and stiff sunglasses reflecting.

"Sorry, what did you say just now?"
Chapter completed!