Chapter 1195
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The law of the world should be like this-there is cause and effect, an equivalent exchange, a little cultivation, a little harvest ...
Where there are rules in life, their lives are confined to a framework. It is order, rules, common sense, and limits. This is a **** and a protection. In short ...
And what about us?
We cheat!
We despise the rules, turn the laws of the universe into play, let it serve the cause without cause, let us get it for nothing, we look for loopholes, we trample on the contract ... we are the mage!
A mage is a person who tramples on the rules and a cheater!
Constantine lowered his head and put on a cigarette. He walked in the dark alley outside the bar. The faint light of the lighter projected his shadow behind him and pulled it long.
Take a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke ring.
Constantine stepped deep and shallow on the dirty stagnant water, and crookedly walked forward ...
A dim shadow appeared in front of him. He leaned against the wall, right in front of Constantine's Dotty Pet Store. Constantine didn't hesitate, and the ghost knew who was looking for him? He's had too much trouble to deal with.
As mentioned before, there is always time to go ... cheaters always have to pay a price, although no one knows the reason or the specific method, but the price is indeed inevitable. Constantine has been from himself for twenty years. This was made clear in his experience, so he began to stay away from magic and live by pitfalls.
He is, after all, a cheater that the regulators are following.
The mage twists time and space, controls the minds of others, and creates life. There is indeed no rule for them. This is magic, which makes the mage a very dangerous existence-both for others and for themselves.
Little Spider said hello to the decadent uncle who came to him: "Hey! You are John Constantine? I was introduced by myself, and she said you were very good ..."
"So has she said that I am a scum?" Constantine replied casually: "Where did you know her, Moonlight Bunny Villa? Or Lady Snowy Ranch? Tell her I will go back and pay the bills Yes ... or can she take a commission from you? Or has she already taken it? "
"She did mention this to me," Little Spider emphasized, "but it's not clear to the extent that you still owe service fees to female workers."
"Haha ..." Constantine laughed. "The service fee for female workers ... they say that the darts are the ones!"
"She suggested that I go to the Shadow Covenant, or Shazan, or Madame Oki, Sage Oki, Faust, Witch, Dr. Destiny ... she knows all these people and is more reliable than you ... but, I still decided by hearing your name. "Little Spider shrugged." Because he used your name, I think it proves your unusual. "
"Every user of magic is unusual ..." Constantine sighed. "But you didn't find it by looking at the advertisement ... In fact, you are the type of customer I hate the most, generally looking at the advertisement, Or customers who are introduced by acquaintances are just poor people who are entangled in unclean things. But people like you are introduced by some uniformer or insider ... Usually it is a big trouble. "
"And I don't want to get into such a big trouble."
The little spider was silent for a while, and decided to use the routine the prophet told him before he left—the prophet didn't want to meet this scum, and didn't even want to breathe together in a city, so the little spider could only come to Constant Ding. Who told him to stop moving when he heard the name?
Chen Ang used this name in the original world.
Little Spider knows this!
"Those people are also poor ..." Little Spider was a little embarrassed, but still read the above sentence according to the prophet's teachings: "And I ... uh ... rich!"
Constantine was bloodshot, and his unconscious eyes lit up instantly.
He straightened up, solemnly looked at the little spider and said, "How rich is it ..."
The little spider let go of himself, learning Batman's demeanor and whispering, "Rich money is my super power!"
Constantine looked at the little spider dressed as an ordinary student, and found this sentence unconvincing, but strangely, he could recognize it ... this is the truth, whether he is rich or behind him People are rich, it doesn't matter ... No, it's important, Constantine is not a man who values money.
But money is more important than his life.
"Come in!" Constantine pushed open the door, and the animals in the pet shop were awakened. Some dogs sniffed loudly, and an old woman's voice came from the attic: "Is it you? Constantine Ding, I heard a voice downstairs ... "
Constantine shouted, "It's my lady Dotty."
"Why so late? But I feel more at ease when you return ..."
Constantine took the spider through the pet's sacrifice cage and pushed open the door to the basement, but the spider looked at the attic. This familiar family atmosphere made him miss, but the spider still reminded Constant Ding said, "You seem to get into trouble easily ... then you should not live with ordinary people."
"The person who is in trouble with me is generally very reasonable." Constantine said: "And I don't have the money to rent a single-room house. If you have enough money for this ticket, who doesn't want to move out? "
This poor helpless, little spider can understand.
"All animals can disturb divination magic. Don't look at their low energy, but they are very useful. As long as you understand these, anything ordinary can bring big trouble to your opponent." Constantine explained.
"Is the power of the prophet ...?" Little Spider suddenly asked.
Constantine turned back suddenly, staring at the spider, with a very sharp look: "The Prophet?" He pulled open a hand-drawn animal product hanging from a silk thread on the ceiling-the dead body of a bird and a lizard www.wuxiaspot.com The treated head, and some other messy things, the whole basement is messy like a witchcraft supply store, and there are strange and weird things from all civilizations.
An octopus-like specimen in a sink, an exaggerated mask of indigenous people on African or South Pacific islands, two headed orangutan specimens.
"You mean ... that prophet?" Constantine hinted.
"There are three prophets in total ..." Little Spider admired Constantine's collection with great interest, praising: "You look very reliable. Although I am also a mage, the Supreme Mage, but I ca n’t do any magic, so the Prophet said, let me try it for you ... "
"I don't teach magic." Constantine shook his head.
"Tuition is $ 10 million ..."
"But learning together doesn't matter ... this ... uh? Master?" Constantine folded his hands and said, "Do you go directly to my account or give me a check? It would be great if I had cash! I also accept Valuables mortgage. "
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