Chapter 1813: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Five)

"John, you'd better come see this."

At the entrance of the Forgotten Bookstore branch located on the corner of the commercial street in downtown Gotham, Zatanna pushed open the glass door with some effort.

Constantine was standing in front of the bookshelf he had just moved in, unpacking bundles of new books and placing them on the shelves. He had become more than ten years younger since all the diseases in his body and mind were expelled.

At this time, he was wearing a white casual shirt and nine-point suit pants, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His originally messy white blond hair was grown long and strands were scattered on both sides of his face. He was really a bit British. It's a yuppie style.

Seeing Zatanna push the door open, Constantine walked over quickly, opened the door for her diligently and said, "What's wrong? Why are you reading the newspaper?"

Zatanna tied her long hair into a high ponytail behind her back. She wore a dark purple fishbone tank top on her upper body, satin wide-leg pants on her lower body, and a pair of flip-flops under her feet. She had a slim figure. She has a very rare girlish sense of roundness, and wears casual decorations to show her vitality.

Zatanna leaned slightly towards Constantine. She pointed to the front page of the newspaper and said, "Look at this. Someone has accused Bruce Wayne of mentally manipulating women and using his money and status to mentally abuse his female companions." , and even drugged them to stun them during dates, my God!”

Constantine's eyes widened slightly. He stretched out a hand to push back the long hair that blocked half of his face, and read the words on the newspaper carefully.

At this time, Zatanna raised her eyes to look at me. Brusten's hand was still holding on to the glass door, and Zatanna was standing behind my chest. The height difference between the two of them made Zatanna look down. You can see Bruce Ding's sharp upper jaw line.

My appearance is still well-groomed, with clean-shaven stubble under my chin, and fine golden fuzz extending to the sides of my ears.

"In what way?"

"Don't talk nonsense to you, where is Schiller? Why did you find him when you were searching for my soul breath?"

"You go and drive."

"Think again, Azazel." Brustin was still afraid, but he leaned forward and put an arm under Azazel's shoulder and said, "No matter how confident he is that he can get rid of me before suffering losses." Seek justice and think about the worst."

Brusten seemed to have heard everything, so he naturally changed the subject and asked, "Have you contacted him before the demon general in his hand disappeared?"

"As you said, I know this Schiller from him." Brusten narrowed his eyes, and I still pressed one hand under my chest, covering my heart.

Azazel snapped his fingers again, and a smaller flame flashed behind Brustin's feet. Brustin jumped forward in surprise, then stared at Azazel and said, "He is If he can take action against you, killing someone with whom you have no contract will cause his soul to go to another place. Does he want you to go to heaven? "

Azazel's expression became even darker, and he just uttered a sentence half a day ago: "Don't mention me to you."

As soon as Zatanna turned around, she heard Bruce Ding behind her making a sound of "uh". When you turned your head, you saw Bruce Ding covering his chest and falling to the side. The magician sister instinctively wanted to use irony magic, but her arm And stretched out, Bruce Ding stumbled, stabilized his center of gravity, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Bruce Ding lowered his eyes and looked at a wisp of white smoke coming out from behind his forehead. He crossed his arms and stared at Azazel and said, "The mighty Demon King also plays such a big trick. Has he eaten?"

Brusten subconsciously touched his chin and said, "You are curious about who doesn't have the guts to stand up and accuse me. It could always be these social butterflies, right?"

Zatanna hurriedly knelt down and asked with concern: "What's wrong with him? Where does it hurt?"

Suddenly, Brustin relaxed his arms, sighed, looked at Azazel and said, "You have reminded him. If he must go, you'd better find another way."

Brusten lowered his head again, letting his long hair cover half of his face. He stared at Zatanna with a rather hurt look from outside the gap of the hair. Zatanna patted me hard on the back and said, "Don't follow me." How many people did you get out of bed with that pitiful stray dog ​​expression?"

Zatanna stared blankly until Brusdin's eyes fell on your face, and you reacted, and then said, "Wait, did he mean that he suspected that I did that?"

Bruce Ding seemed to know something. I swallowed, shook my head and said, "What's the matter? I suddenly had heart palpitations."

“Are moose hooves actually like that?”

"So you feel deeply sorry for Heaven." Azaze looked at Brusten with a bright face and said.

"What are you doing!" Zatanna thought I was playing a prank, so she squatted up and reached out to pull my arm. As a result, Brusten twitched again, took a deep breath, and when she raised her head, her hair on the back of her forehead was wet with sweat. Closely placed under the forehead.

"John Brusten..." Azazel's tone reached the bottom of his voice.

Zatanna thought for a while before saying: "You think I did it subjectively and intentionally? Although I was not a bit gloomy when you met me, and I looked too abnormal, but I am indeed a person with extremely low morals." Standard and vicious people, right?"

In the front garden of the Rodriguez Manor, the sweaty Bawai rushed to Pamela's side and drank the ice water that Schiller handed me.

"Has he ever heard of call forwarding?" Yuan Yingyaoding took the new mobile phone he just bought and shook it towards Azazel.

"He may not be mine."

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"Eighteen in one month!"

"Has he not seen me for a long time?"

Brucetin raised his eyebrows with interest, but still said nothing, turned his head back to concentrate on driving, and suddenly Azazel, who was sitting in the front seat, said: "What is this?"

Brucetin was immediately broken, I laughed, pushed Zatanna and stood up, and then said: "Is he jealous?"

But Brucedin couldn't help laughing suddenly, until he bent over with laughter and kept patting the bookshelf next to him.

Zatanna suddenly realized that it was right. She smiled and shook her head, crossing her arms, and said to Bruce Ding: "He must be jealous, right? John?"

But as the saying goes, the bed is the worst beauty salon. When you don't sleep enough and become mentally decadent, you look sloppy. But if you don't have nightmares, go to bed early and get up early every day, and don't have the habit of giving up, your mental state will be extremely dry. That image is not wild and unrestrained, but not feminine.

Zatanna walked to the side of the squatting Yuan Yingyaoding, nudged my ribs with her knee, then squatted down and lay on my back, put her chin on the side of my neck and said: "You know that his nickname in the future is 'Wilful John', right?"

Brucetin looked back at me, followed my line of sight, and found that Azazel was looking at a construction site blocked by a wall. I replied in a strange way: "Oh, this is a new subway line under construction. He knows what a subway is, right?"

Brucetin was busy putting out the fire, and Zatanna pointed her finger at my forehead and said: "Put it out!"

"He will want to go." Brucedin shook his head and walked forward, I looked at Azazel said: "Has he understood one thing? The Schiller he knows will move things outside of Hell for a reason. I must have moved them, so he should go."

Two minutes ago, Azazel, who was sitting in the front seat, tried to fold his wings. Brucedin put one hand under the steering wheel, passed Zatanna in the passenger seat, and poked his head from the gap between the two seats in the back row to the front seat and said: "He really should learn from his old boss. Lucifer can also tie the belt when he sits in a car with his wings extended."

Zatanna stood there, one hand on her waist and the other hand holding a newspaper to fan herself, looking up and recalling: "It hasn't been broken for a few years. I am your first love."

The king of hell was stunned when he saw Brucedin.

"You mean, even if I learn the skills, I don't have to use them, right? I am the kind of person who...wait, I am, right?"

"Have I been doing that all the time?" Brucedin put his hand down, walked back to the bookshelf and squatted, stuffing books into the top grid while saying, "I can even graduate with honors from Schiller, does he expect me to do that?"

"Just a little month..."

Brucedin laughed so hard that he had to catch his breath, Zatanna looked puzzled, and when Yuan Yingyao Ding finished laughing, I said to Zatanna, "Someone posed for a long time before realizing that he had dialed the wrong number."

"What is it to use? Humans always want money and life, especially Gotham people." Brucedin turned the steering wheel and said, "Why? The demons were blocked by the green light energy inside the earth, so he got angry?"

"What do you mean?"

People like that are born to be serious, and if I look at that world with a little bit of tragic temperament, I would have gone crazy long ago.

"It's broken, what's going on?" Zatanna lowered her voice and interrupted the conversation between us. Azazel glanced at Zatanna, as if he was not afraid of your ability. Then I said, "Take you to me, Brucedin."

Azazel frowned deeply. I raised my fingers heavily, and a cluster of flames ignited behind Brucedin's forehead, burning my hair directly.

Azazel had never heard such a serious tone from Yuan Yingyaoding.

"You will come to the human world in two years, or 20,000 years." Azazel replied with expression. I frowned, and my eyes never left the construction site. I said as if I was suppressing my anger: "Don't play tricks on you. Do they humans need so much white and dark energy to build subways?"

Brucedin turned around, and the first thing that appeared was a pair of white wings. Azazel's face emerged from the flames of hell.

A trace of anger flashed across Azazel's brows, and I said in a deep voice: "The demon general Reiz in your hands is missing. My guards said Schiller appeared outside the palace."

"Did he?" Azazel replied with expression: "And that's the problem."

"First, let's talk about moral standards. Does he think that the things made by Constant's hands are so complicated? I am sure I really need to give someone medicine. How can a special hospital detect drug residues?"

Brucedin reached out to embrace you, but the magician sister pushed the woman away and said, "Don't stick to you, it's so cold. Go to the seventh floor to measure the position of the air conditioning duct. After the air conditioning is broken, he can't touch you even with a finger."

After drinking a small glass of ice water in one breath, Bawai sighed with satisfaction. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. Just as I was about to run back to chase Harley, I was tripped by something on my foot.

"Is a demon general worth his trouble?"

After saying that, I stood up straight in a hurry, but Zatanna's face suddenly became serious. You pushed Brutusdin behind you away, stared at the space in front of me and said, "Who?"

Brucedin squatted on the spot and snorted twice, then said: "This is your worst nickname, bad, to be honest, does he suspect Yuan Yingyao did this?"

All demons know that Brucedin is a person who can laugh and curse in a low voice even if his soul is thrown into the deepest abyss of hell. I am the true practitioner of the spirit of Dionysus.

"Jealous that he took so much effort to get me out of bed and you succeeded?" Zatanna rolled her eyes and stood up.

Zatanna leaned against me, put her chin under my shoulder, then nodded and said, "It doesn't make sense. No one wants to frame me. Do you want to help me?"

"You mean staying with me for a long time."

Brucedin wanted to continue pretending, Zatanna snorted and said, "This also includes Yuan Yingyao Wayne, right? My face is his ideal type."

Bawai bent down and picked up the thing that almost tripped me, turned it in his hand, looked at it and said:

Brucedin hurriedly sat on the ground, put his hands under his knees and said, "You also think I will take the initiative to abuse others, but I applied medicine to the accuser...you think it's not right."

Azazel's face immediately sank, and I stared at Brucedin and said, "So he is the one who is making trouble, Brucedin, does he want to rejoin the devil's deal?"