Konstantin smiled miserably, and he staggered to his feet against the wall, blood constantly running down his lips and teeth.

Three ribs were fractured, internal organs were estimated to be broken in many places, and the noisy tinnitus knocked on his head like Hong Zhong Da Lu, if it weren't for his will as strong as steel, he was afraid that he would have been lying on the ground and waiting for death.

Leon calmly walked into the living room, looked at Konstantin who was standing against the wall, and said, "It seems that your escape strategy was not very successful, Mr. Exorcist." ”

"Heh, whatever you want."

Even in such a desperate situation, Konstantin still looked like a child, bent down to pick up the still flickering cigarette butt from the ground and sipped it between his lips, coughing violently, while rudely wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs.

Leon pursed his lips, "Can you give me the Soul Stone?" I don't want to take your time in you. ”

Konstantin gasped, leaned his head against the wall, and threw the gem out of his hand, cutting an arc through the air.

Leon delicately caught the gem and checked it to make sure it was correct before smiling slightly and walking slowly towards Konstantin.

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

Now I can only handcuff you and break every bone, pull out your tongue by the way, and buy a high-class wheelchair for Mr. Hawking, a physicist, so that you can repeat some occult knowledge for me with your eyeball typepad. ”

He spoke the cruel lines with ease, looked at the contemptuous smile on Konstantin's face that never let go, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you look relaxed?" Why, don't you fear your upcoming fate? ”

"Fear?" Konstantin coughed incessantly, and the blood spilling from between his teeth made him look like a demon, but the pain did not knock him down, but made him laugh even more insolently,

"-mother's fate, my hands are stained with the blood of innocents, relatives and friends, and even the only remaining soul has long been sold to the hell of-."

Konstantin's words were full of filthy swear words, and if this was a program broadcast on television, I am afraid that it would have been a "beep-beep" silence long ago.

"You pickled bug who doesn't dare to show your true face, you don't even dare to say your name, I will wait for you in hell, curse you, I curse you to be skinned and ripped out of your bones by demons in the depths of hell where the brimstone burns and the devil cries..."

In the past, those who were deceived by Konstantin cursed him when they were dying, and at this time, they actually came out of his mouth with black humor,

The defeated dog who lost the battle was left with only two options: wailing and barking, and Konstantin preferred the latter until the last moment of his life, and he still wanted to make others miserable, even if it was only for a second....

These words did not stop Leon in the slightest, and as he stepped forward, he tore the blanket from the sofa into strips and tied them roughly with strips of cloth to the place where Konstantin had broken his bones.

"You are my property now, Mr. Konstantin, it is better not to die now, although I have recently put a bunch of medical equipment in my private warehouse, but your body has long been poisoned by alcohol-colored cigarettes, and there is a half chance that you will not survive when I rescue you.

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

Konstantin laughed, ignoring the burning cigarette butt to his lips, embarrassed but stubbornly mocked: "May I ask you one last question?" ”

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

The lungs felt burning as if they were loaded with magma, and the brains and brains were like being loaded into a blender, and countless sharp blades cut each frontal lobe back and forth.

“... Do you know why I'm always smoking this silk cigarette? ”

"Because the nicotine content is a grade higher than that of other brands, and the proportion of tar is also higher, it is rich in the throat when smoked, and there is a wonderful touch of immersion in the warm sand, which can help people forget the worries and great pressure on their shoulders." ”

"Haha, you're right! It's a-mother-good cigarette, no worse than the good girls in Rotterdam. ”

Konstantin coughed violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, and bent down to allow himself to sit down against the wall.

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

Konstantin's eyes were bloodshot, he jerked his head up, stared at Leon who was shrouded in light, and said hoarsely, "Do you smoke?" ”

"Occasionally," replied Leon with a smile, "in order to experience life and accumulate knowledge, I would buy all sorts of rare and cheap cigarettes, and of course I was most accustomed to camels." ”

"Camels? It's a good smoke..."

Konstantin muttered, and suddenly said: "Actually, I don't like Sika very much, but one day I suddenly found that Sika's tobacco leaves are softer, and the shape of the pipe is more suitable for carrying some dust....."

He tried his best to move his body so that Leon could see the cigarette ash that Konstantin pretended to fall to the ground unintentionally when the three of them were still facing each other in the courtroom dozens of minutes ago.

"Some super expensive diamond-like, magical dust."

The accumulated piles of soot were actually an emergency magic circle, which suddenly erupted in a thousand rays of light, engulfing Konstantin in it, and no one could have imagined that he had already formulated several escape paths, one ring after another, one after another, one plan after another,

Konstantin was a second-rate sorcerer in the middle of the occult realm, but his sinister and cunning nature, his ability to always have a backup plan, his ability to twist black and white with his tongue, and his ruthless heart made him a difficult target for any force in the occult realm.

The corners of Konstantin's mouth curled in an embarrassed manner, and what was just thrown to the hooded man was another magic gem, and the constant magic loaded on it allowed the wielder to see what he wanted.

The real soul stone, still honestly lying in his pocket,

Konstantin felt the twisted touch of his body being rapidly teleported, and sighed easily, the serious injuries on his body can be temporarily suppressed with magic, as long as he can get to the hospital....

He clenched his fists slightly, closed his eyes, and muttered, "This time, I won." ”

The brilliance dissipated, Konstantin opened his eyes and saw that he was still in the living room of the villa,

And what catches your eye is still the reflection of Li Ang's cold and stiff sunglasses.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"