Chapter 698: Ooh, I have advanced lung cancer. Do you have any good ideas?

"Get back to hell, or I'll die to show you!"
Constantine said, took a blade out of his pocket and placed it on his wrist, thinking that he died too slowly and put it on the aorta of the neck.
"Constantine, this is the weakest threat I've ever heard. How does your death have anything to do with me?"
Manmon, who had Angela, laughed: "Do you think I will have pity in my heart and give up the opportunity to rule the world for your life?"
"Of course you don't have compassion in your heart, but you have to think clearly about the consequences if I die!"
Man Meng heard the words in shock, yes, he really could not bear the consequences of Constantine's death.
Constantine's soul has been regarded by the Lord of Hell, his nervous dad, Satan, for a long time.
If Constantine hangs up, his father Satan will immediately walk out of and personally go to earth to take away the scum's soul.
At that time, the father and the son meet with embarrassing big eyes and small eyes, and the angry Satan may leave him a little face, and won't make him roll in the crowd.
But once returning to Hell, returning to Satan's home, waiting for him, it will be a kind of dark sling, and the kind of slamming to the death.
Manmon was not afraid of being killed by Satan. As the son of hell, he wanted to die very hard. To put it bluntly, even if Satan wants to kill him, it is not easy.
But it is the worst that can't die, because Satan can use his talents to the full, and use countless ways to trick him.
After 10,000 years of severe beatings, there were hundreds of more tortures in Hell!
Thinking of this, Manmon took a nap, hovering in mid-air and stepping back to stay away from two steps. Constantine could not die, at least until he successfully landed on earth.
"Hehehe ..."
Seeing that Manmon had figured it out, Constantine passed a wry look towards midnight, waved his hands to let them get out of the way, and later killed by Manmon, don't blame him.
Then, Lanhua pointed his cigarette and threw it on the ground, kicked it out with a severe kick, and walked at a pace that six relatives did not recognize.
In the past, Constantine would never do this, but now it is different. He determined that Manmon not only did not dare to kill him, but also took the initiative to protect him.
"Xiao Manmeng, do you know that the mother you chose to come to is my girlfriend?" Constantine said kindly and kindly: "If you are born, I will take Satan's plate and become your father!"
Manmon was so angry that he couldn't kill Constantine, but that didn't mean he couldn't beat Constantine. Seeing that arrogant face below fit his hand shape, he said nothing, raising his hand was a slap.
Did not fight!
Constantine put the blade holder around his neck and hooked Manmon with his other hand: "Come down and stand so high, Angela is wearing trousers and not a skirt. I can't see you standing tall Moreover, I have seen enough. "
Manmon was deeply humiliated, slowly lowered his body, made up his mind, and when he was close to Constantine, he broke his hands and washed his shame with his painful sorrow.
Constantine smiled, threw away the blade, and picked up his khaki trench coat. Under Manmon's surprised gaze, he unbuttoned his shirt and painted a humble magic pattern with unknown paint on his chest.
"The magic of suicide can only be applied to myself. Once I am injured or feel pain, the magic I stored in my heart will explode‘ BOOM ’and then spray your face with blood.

Constantine said, proudly compared to an explosive gesture: "I advise you not to play tricks, to invalidate this magic, or to let me lose control of it, the only way is to kill me, stun or It wo n’t work to take out my soul, it will only start magic in another way and it will take effect immediately. "
Manmon heard that he was as sick as eating a fly.
And this kind of fly just flew from the public toilet, he was nourished with a yellow soup before, and passed by some parts, but also he was forced to collapse!
that's terrible!
Manmon looked at Constantine coldly. If it was not for the ceremony, he promised to leave immediately.
Constantine didn't plan to let Manmon do it, smiled and put it together, and embraced his shoulder, that is, Angela's shoulder: "Oh, my child, I have advanced lung cancer, do you have any good way?"
"No!"
"Impossible, think again, there must be."
Manmon wasn't angry, "I have it, but why should I help you?"
"Because you don't help me, I will die!" Constantine finished, and his face changed: "Oh, my heart hurts suddenly, I feel like I'm about to burst out, and spray your face with blood!"
Manmon exploded quickly: "Asshole, even if I have the ability to cure you of lung cancer, the process will be painful, and you will still die immediately if you trigger magic!"
"Stupid, treat it in a painless way, otherwise it will be OK."
"..."
"Be confident, I believe you, you can!"
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Constantine was very reasonable. For a moment, Manmon was speechless. In his urging, Manmon reluctantly reached out and stuck his hand to his ribs to restore the cancerous nicotine lungs. A large amount of foul black viscous liquid.
During the period, Manmon also tried to destroy the magic pattern. Nai Konstantin had already prepared. The paint that painted the matrix was very magical, and it was directly smeared into the flesh.
He was light without illness, his handsome appearance returned to his face, and Constantine enjoyed it with his eyes closed.
This is an unrestrained breath of freedom, and a precursor to the return to scum!
After learning about Manmon's advent, he lowered Russell's Holy Light Healing by one level as a backup plan, silently waiting for the opportunity to come.
Constantine knew very well that Russell was unreliable, because the two of them had the same eyes, with the left eye saying 'Selling Teammates' and the right eye saying 'You go to death'.
Only by relying on his own mind and taking a risk, he is more likely to succeed.
Obviously, he succeeded, and he can smoke at least 50 years!
"Hahaha ---"
Against the background of Man Meng's rage, Constantine laughed wildly, touched his pocket to take out his favorite cigarette, held it gently with his lucky lips, and handed the lighter to Man Meng.
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"I'm so stupid, you don't have any eyesight, how can you be a son in hell, and don't hurry up to your earthly dad."
"..."
Manmon was furious. He was the son of hell, and he sat on an equal footing with Jesus, enjoying countless devil worships in hell, when did he suffer such humiliation.
The current anger started from his heart, and the evil turned to the gall. He held the lighter tightly, and narrowed his eyes to hide the killing, sneer ...
Light up a cigarette for Constantine!
Manmong quietly tasted the bitterness of humiliation and warned himself that those who achieve great things must endure it. Now he can't bear it. He won't know how long it will take him back to hell!
Only for a while, forbearance!
"Ha ha ha ha, good point! Good point!"
Constantine laughed and patted Man Meng's shoulder, took a deep breath of cigarettes, filtered it through his refreshing lungs, and all blown on Man Meng's face.
"Cool !!"
"Ahhhhhhhh ..."
Manmon had had enough, roaring and roaring at Constantine, waving his hand to shatter the wall next to him, and the black mist turned into dark bat wings, and the wings disappeared into the night.
Manmon couldn't wait. He was going to find Gabriel. He would come to the earth immediately, even if the time and place were wrong, he would recognize it.
He will kill Constantine, and torture Constantine's soul forever and ever!
"Hahahaha ..."
Constantine's back to Manmon's disappearance was compared with a middle finger. He stood proudly smoking a cigarette, and took out the brush from his pocket in a hurry.
He drew a complicated and complicated magic map around the pool, and then muttered words in his mouth. After a sublime blue light lit, it completely ruined the best place for Manmon to come to earth.
The bridge between life and death is interrupted!
"Russell, I'll leave it to you next time, presumably you won't let me down." Constantine, holding a cigarette in his hands, cursed two words, "Sand Sculpture Manmon" by the way.
How can a person so scared of death plant suicide-type curse magic on his body, and children will not believe it!
Slap! Slap!
There was a sound of footsteps, waiting for people to return at midnight, and a group of people looked at the magic array on the ground, all relieved.
Stepped forward at midnight with a smile, took out the cigarette in Constantine's mouth, took out a cigar from his arms, and personally gave Constantine a point: "John, good job, deceiving means, you will always be the best of."
"Of course, I'm John Constantine!"
He nodded repeatedly at midnight, took off his fur coat and put on Constantine, with an unexplained smile on his face: "I just heard it just now, Manmon was afraid you would die, and Satan came, right?"
Constantine flicked his hand and looked as usual: "How could it be that he lied to himself? He was afraid that Satan would believe me, but it was all a lie."
At midnight, as if I did not hear Constantine's explanation, he sneered and said, "Once Satan comes, he will find his son who is ready to start another stove. If Manmon succeeds in turning the world into hell, Satan will have to sit on an equal footing with his son, and he will not To allow this to happen, only one is enough. "
"Midnight, you're right ..."
Constantine nodded, agreeing deeply, and seemed to think of something, and threw the cigar to the ground: "I suddenly remembered that I had a bomb in your bar, and I had to immediately dismantle it, it was late for you. The bar is gone. "
Huh!
A group of people brought in at midnight blocked all the passages around the front and back, surrounded Constantine, and scared his face pale.
"Midnight, what are you doing? We have just repelled the devil ~ EbookFREE.me ~ We are comrades-in-arms." Constantine looked around, but there was no way to escape. This was to kill him. His rhythm!
He has just cured lung cancer, and a lot of sisters are waiting for him. He can't die!
"John, the crisis is not over yet. We cannot rest our hopes on a black-winged angel. After all, even Bacardi is thinking of destroying the world. What else is impossible ..."
At midnight there was a red light like a devil: "But as long as you die, Satan will take Manmon away and the world will be safe."
Constantine exclaimed: "At midnight, you don't want to believe my brother, but you want to believe Satan. What is the truth?"
"John, don't talk about it, dying one of you can save 6 billion, you will go to heaven!"
"Yes, die now, you will become a hero, and your life will be full of meaning."
"Think clearly, John, your shit-like life will never have a more meaningful sacrifice!"
"..."
It was not only midnight, but a group of people around them also persuaded them. Perhaps they felt that they were not persuasive, and they took out weapons to prepare for the operation.
It was a tragedy that sacrificed his companions, but the big guys were filled with impulsive smiles. When Constantine died, they would not be afraid of being sold in the future.
Sacrifice one person for the benefit of the whole world, and they are also double beneficiaries, perfect!
"Shit, don't you think about it! Satan can't let me yield, let alone you!"
Constantine took a deep breath and shouted into the broken wall hole: "Manmon, Gabriel, come and save me soon ------"
At the critical moment, he still has to rely on his teammates!
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