Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 171: Only take the wrong name, no wrong nickname. What is your nickname? Junkang

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The rules of the world should be like this-there are causes and effects, equivalent exchanges, one point of hard work, one point of harvest ...

Where life exists within the rules, their lives are confined within a framework, which is order, rules, common sense, and limits. This is a kind of restraint and a kind of protection. In short ... ......

And what about us?

We cheat!

We despise the rules and turn the rules of the universe into conspiracy, letting it serve with no cause, let us get nothing for nothing, we look for loopholes, we trample on the contract ... we are the master!

The mage is the one who tramples on the rules, the cheater!

Constantin bowed his head and smoked a cigarette. He walked in the dark alley outside the bar. The faint light of the lighter projected his shadow behind him, pulling it very long.

Take a deep breath and slowly spit out the smoke ring.

Constantine stepped on the dirty stagnant water with deep feet, walking forward crookedly ...

A dim shadow appeared in front of him. He leaned against the wall, just in front of the Constantine ’s Dorti pet shop. Constantine did n’t hesitate. Who knew who came to him? His troubles have reached a point where he doesn't want to deal with them.

As I said before, it ’s a matter of course ... cheaters always have to pay a price. Although no one knows the reason or the specific way, the price is indeed inevitable. Constantine has already learned from himself This was made clear in his twenty years of experience, so he began to gradually move away from magic and rely on pits to deceive his life.

After all, he is a cheater targeted by regulators.

The Master twists time and space, controls other people ’s thoughts, and creates life. For them, there are indeed no rules at all. This is magic, which makes the Master a very dangerous existence-whether for others or for himself. .

The little spider greeted the decadent uncle who came to him: "Hi! You are John Constantine? I was introduced by someone, and she said you are very good ..."

"Then did she say that I am a scum?" Constantine responded casually: "Where did you know her, Moonlight Bunny Villa? Or Ms. Xuedi Ranch? Tell her I have money Will go back to pay the bill ... Or can she withdraw from your commission? Or has she already drawn? "

"She did mention this to me." Little Spider emphasized: "But it is not clear to the extent that you still owe service fees to female workers."

"Haha ..." Constantine smiled and said: "The service fee for female workers ... whoever calls for darts!"

"She suggested that I go to the Shadow Covenant, or Shazan, or Mrs. Shangdu, Aoqi Sage, Faust, Witch, Dr. Destiny ... She knows these people, and they are more reliable than you ... … But I still decided on hearing your name. ”The little spider shrugged.“ Because he used your name, I think it proves that you are 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 kind of customer I hate the most. Customers who are advertised or introduced by acquaintances are just poor people who have been entangled in unclean things. But people like you, introduced by someone in uniform or insiders ... are usually 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 that the prophet told him before he left—the prophet did n’t want to meet this scumbag, and he did n’t even want to breathe together in a city, so the spider could only come alone Find Constantine. Who told him that he couldn't walk when he heard the name?

Chen Ang used this name in the original world.

The little spider knows this!

"Those people are also poor ..." The little spider was a little embarrassed, but according to the prophet's instruction, he read the above paragraph: "And I ... er ... rich!"

Constantine was covered with bloodshot eyes, and his unconscious eyes shone instantly.

He stood up and looked at the little spider seriously: "How rich ..."

The little spider freed itself, whispering in Batman ’s way: "Money is my superpower!"

Constantine looked at Little Spider and 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 not The people behind him are rich, and it doesn't matter ... No, it's important. Constantine is not a man who values ​​money.

It's just that money is more important than his life.

"Come in!" Constantine pushed the door open, the pets in the pet shop were awakened, some dogs sniffed loudly, and an old lady's voice came from the attic: "Is it you? ? Constantine, I heard a voice downstairs ... "

Constantine shouted: "It's my Lady Dotty."

"Why so late? But I feel more at ease when you come back ..."

Constantine took the little spider through the pet ’s sacrifice cage and pushed open the door to the basement, but the little spider looked at the attic. This familiar family atmosphere made him miss it, but the little spider still Remind Constantine: "You seem to get into trouble easily ... then you should not live with ordinary people."

"People who find me in trouble are generally very reasonable." Constantine said: "And I don't have the money to rent a single room. If you give me enough money for this ticket, who doesn't want to move What about going out? "

This kind of poor helplessness, the little spider understands it very well.

"All animals can disturb the divination magic, not to mention their low energy, but it is very useful, as long as you understand these, any ordinary things can cause great trouble to your opponent." Constantine explained Road.

"The power of the prophet ... does it count?" the little spider suddenly asked.

Constantine looked back suddenly, staring at the little spider, his eyes very sharp: "Prophet?" There are some other messy things in the head. The whole basement is messy like a witchcraft supply store, and there are strange things from various civilizations everywhere.

An octopus-like specimen placed in a sink, exaggerated masks of indigenous people on African or South Pacific islands, and two headed specimens of orangutans.

"You mean ... that prophet?" Constantine hinted at him.

"The prophet with three ..." The little spider happily admired Constantine's collection and praised: "You look very reliable, although I am also a Master-Supreme Master, but I do n’t know how to do magic, so the Prophet said, let me find you to try ... "

"I don't teach people magic." Constantine shook his head.

"Ten thousand dollars ..."

"But it doesn't matter to study together ... This ... Uh? Master?" Constantine folded his hands together: "Are you going directly to my account, or give me a check, if cash is great! I also accept mortgages for valuables. "