[Comprehensive British and American] Reversal of the future

Constantine flipped through Xavier's collection of books and found that the earth here is very interesting. Except for the fact that there are no incidents related to the Holy See, the structure of this world is almost exactly the same as his original world - there are even King Arthur and Merlin here. s legend.

Of course, this is just a legend, unlike theirs, which is the past recorded in history books.

Fiddled with the street map of New York, Constantine was a little ready to move.

Although the familiar bars do not exist, it is not bad to try the bars of this world.

Thinking like this, Constantine quietly took out a cigarette.

Smelling the familiar and intimate smell of tobacco, Constantine was almost moved to tears.

But soon, that trace of emotion turned into anger.

Constantine looked at the cigarette which was obviously very dry but could not be lit, and was silent for a moment, then threw the cigarette angrily, and went to look for Beria aggressively.

Enough hey!

Although he is in the state of a soul, he also has human rights!

Do you understand human rights?

Even if he is an oppressed employee under Beria's hands, his personal rights should not be deprived!

"Personal power?" Beria raised his eyebrows. The black-haired and black-eyed Lord of Hell said coldly, "I don't like the smell of tobacco."

Constantine: Fuck you if you don't like it!

Constantine stared at Beria's unusually beautiful face. This kind of unscrupulous gaze is rude. If it is placed in hell, even if Beria himself does not respond, the fallen angels serving beside him will be the first Time to draw the sword.

But for Constantine's rudeness, Beria was very tolerant and only looked back lightly.

Konstantin pushed the cigarette directly to his mouth in a suffocating manner, and took two bites if he couldn't smoke.

However, before the smoke touched his lips, the cigarette turned into dust and fell between his fingers.

Constantine: Shit!

Constantine couldn't help holding his forehead, and said weakly: "Your Highness Beria, what exactly do you want to do?"

Beria frowned slightly, and said slowly: "Am I not clear enough? I don't like that smell."

Therefore, Constantine must not have the smell of cigarettes on his body.

Beria still likes the essence of Constantine's soul, so he can't communicate with women in depth and get the breath of other people's souls.

The king of hell is so domineering, if he refuses to accept, bite him.

Constantine wiped his face. With such a difficult creditor, if possible, he really wanted to go back to the day when he was 20 years old and beat himself up at that time.

He was about to be cheated to death!

Gritting his teeth, Constantine decided to save the country with a curve, and asked directly: "According to my current payment of debts with work, how many years later can I offset the lies at that time?"

This question made Beria a little unhappy, and his pupils turned cold.He did not answer Constantine immediately, but condescendingly looked down at this human being who was always favored and proud, and said coldly: "500 years."

Constantine: "..."

Beria raised his chin slightly and said word by word, "It's my tolerance that I didn't throw you into hell right away."

Constantine only felt his eyes go dark.

500 years... 500 years of cooking, housework as a pillow and no smoking, Constantine felt that his soul was going to be exhausted.

Beria snorted coldly in his heart, and it was only 500 years of work to pay off the debt.After 500 years, even if Beria forgave him for his deception, the mark of hell that he committed suicide would still be there, and going to hell is none of his business.

Just like what Gabriel once commented secretly, although Beria looked like he didn't care about everything and didn't care about anything, he was definitely a bad boy.If there is a grudge, he will not report it on the spot, and it will make people collapse if he settles with you slowly.

John Constantine has fallen into Beria's bowl and wants to fish himself out?

Even if Beria turned a blind eye, Lucifer would not sit back and watch Beria be "bullied" by humans.

Beria looked at Constantine, who was waiting for him to plead to himself.For the sake of his soul being pleasing to the eye, if Constantine promises to work hard in the days to come and not always think about in-depth communication with women, it doesn't hurt to give him a little reward.

For example, the ray of strength that made Constantine faint before.

However, the human heart is always unpredictable.In Constantine's body, Beria has seen the unpredictable human heart again and again.

Because Constantine came over suddenly, squeezed beside him, and put his arm on Beria's shoulder boldly and boldly.

Beria's eyes widened a little, and in those eyes as dark as midnight, surprise emerged.

Constantine has given up.

What surprised Konstantin was that Beria was neither angry nor flicked his hand away.

He just turned his head slightly to look at him, his eyes calm and scrutinizing.

Constantine's throat twitched, and Beria's eyes didn't look like demons, either full of malice or bewitching.His eyes are always calm and indifferent, like a quiet night, or like a calm lake under the night.

Constantine felt a little guilty. He subconsciously felt that his next move might teach children... No, he would teach fallen angels.

But for his own happiness, Constantine gritted his teeth and did it!

With one hand hooked on Beria's shoulder, with the other hand he dexterously took out a cigarette case from the windbreaker pocket and picked out a cigarette.

Then, Constantine looked at Beria with his eyes that deceived countless demons, and said in a seductive tone: "My dear Highness Beria, I feel that you have a little prejudice against cigarettes. Shaking the cigarette in his hand, Constantine continued to bewitch, "You only need to try it, and you will definitely change your mind about cigarettes."

As he spoke, Constantine took out the lighter with difficulty just as he was doing now.

Constantine observed Beria's expression from the corner of his eye, and slowly lit the cigarette in his hand.

It's on!

Constantine felt excited, but he kept his expression cautiously, and continued: "When you get used to the smell of cigarettes, you will slowly discover that smoking can eliminate fatigue and regulate emotions..."

If it hadn’t been for his childhood and teenage experiences that put him under too much pressure, Constantine wouldn’t have smoked 15 cigarettes from the age of [-], and eventually he would have advanced lung cancer before he was in his early thirties.Even when he found himself seriously ill, though, he didn't quit smoking.

Everything hidden in the darkness almost made him restless, although some demons hated him, but he didn't know that Constantine had endured the double pressure of the world and hell, and was pointed at him and told him that even if he was expelled again How many demons, no matter how many humans are saved, his soul also belongs to hell.

He will endure endless torture.

If someone else were in Constantine's situation, he would have gone crazy long ago.

When he thought that he was now hooking up with the Lord of Hell, Constantine really felt unpredictable.

Smelling the smell of burning tobacco, Konstantin, who had been forced to quit smoking for five years, felt his heart tremble, feeling like he was scratching his heart and lungs.

He wants to die for this smell!

For now, though, hold on.

Constantine leaned over, his lips parted slightly, and his white and neat teeth gently bit the cigarette butt.He subconsciously licked it with the tip of his tongue, then pursed his lips, and took a slow breath of the cigarette.

Constantine did the whole movement slowly and cautiously, for fear that Beria would suddenly make a big move and directly turn the smoke into powder.

He didn't want to lick a mouthful of powder.

Constantine was cautiously testing Beria, so he didn't notice that Beria's gaze froze when he bit the cigarette butt.

Konstantin just moved himself and finally took a puff of cigarette.

However, he did not forget business.

Constantine did something that no one would dare to do in hell, it was definitely a big thing with his head in his head!

Holding a cigarette in one hand, Constantine, who had just taken a deep breath, turned his head and blew on Beria's face.

The smell of cigarettes hits my face.

Beria blinked subconsciously, as if she was stunned.

In the smog, Constantine looked at Beria, who had never done anything to him during this process, his eyes were slightly bright.He thought he had finally moved Beria with his actions, and just when he was about to say, "Look, the smell of cigarettes is actually not that bad", Beria suddenly raised his hand and slapped Constantine on the forehead. .

Constantine's pupils dilated for an instant, and an indescribable pleasure flooded his whole body instantly.His body trembled, his black eyes lost focus, and his whole body fell backwards.

Seeing that Constantine was about to fall straight to the ground, Beria subconsciously reached out and wrapped his arms around Constantine's waist.

The smell of fishy sandalwood came out again, but, unlike the last time, this time the smell was mixed with the smell of tobacco, inexplicably... with a little strange feeling.

Like a bone flower growing on the edge of an abyss, it is clear that behind the bone flower is the endless abyss, but there are always demons who cannot withstand the temptation of the bone flower and step into destruction.

Beria subconsciously let go of her hand.

Constantine fell straight to the ground.

However, when Constantine was about to fall firmly to the ground, Beria's fingers moved slightly, and the body of the black magic master directly floated up.

Beria frowned, flicked his hand, and threw Constantine directly onto the four-poster bed in the room. The curtains hung down, directly covering Constantine in a coma.

Afterwards, Beria looked at the cigarette that was still on the floor, and subconsciously remembered the gesture of Constantine biting the cigarette butt.

Actually, John Constantine looks pretty good, but aren't his lips too red?

If you take a bite, the taste should be very good, right?

Beria shook his head violently, what was he thinking, he is not a troll, what is he doing biting someone's lips!

With a wave of his hand, Beria turned the cigarettes on the floor into dust, and then he strode out of the room, not forgetting to slam the door shut.

The door was not closed just now, and there was a little tail peeking at it, but Beria didn't care.And Constantine, who knows if he noticed.