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"Where are you going?"

Constantine had not completed half of his carefully planned escape route when Martin grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

Constantine initially thought there was something wrong with his ears, until his feet left the ground, he realized something was wrong.

Martin slapped the sly fellow on the shoulder, and his collar spun, turning him 180 degrees.

When Constantine saw the dilapidated church behind Martin, his eyes widened instantly.

"Since you were able to take care of that nameless loser with just one move, why did you make such a big fuss before?"

Constantine turned the tables and refused to mention his plan to sneak away. He even blamed Martin for making too much noise before.

"got used to!"

Martin replied calmly, then let go of his hand.

Last time, Constantine was not prepared and fell directly on the unsolidified lava. Big holes were burned in his pants and blisters appeared on the tip of his buttocks instantly.

He roared, covered his butt with his hands and jumped onto the black stone slab where the magma had solidified, looking at Martin hatefully.

"This is naked retaliation. I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

Constantine's tone was tough, but his hands covering his buttocks made his words less powerful.

Martin ignored him and patted Hoofing: "Open the condenser and get rid of all the magma in this place."

Once the demon died, the magma all over the ground no longer had any magical power and became nothing special.

Tiying obediently opened his outer body, revealing the small condensers installed to help him function better. He released bursts of cold air, instantly lowering the temperature in the church and even forming a layer of four or five centimeters of ice.

Before long, these ice cubes were melted by the magma, turned into water and fell into the magma, accelerating the solidification of the magma.

Martin left these matters to Hoofing, and he pushed Constantine out of the church.

"What are you doing? Stop pushing and shoving. If you have anything to say, just say it here!"

Constantine is also very childish sometimes. He doesn't like Martin, so he deliberately goes against him on such matters.

Martin was also good at dealing with people like this. He drooped his face and said in a cold voice: "It's okay if you want to stay. When the magma solidifies, it will release a lot of steam and heat. If it burns you, don't cry and beg me to save you."

After saying that, he walked straight out of the church without looking back.

Constantine then remembered the lava under his feet, and hurriedly followed Martin's footsteps and ran out of the church.

In order to prevent the princess' scandal from spreading, the government and the church had long ago blocked the church, making it impossible for ordinary people to approach.

Looking at the blue sky, the first word that came to Constantine's mind was "money".

"Hey, superhero, you blew up this church and only a few walls are left. How are you going to explain this to the Episcopalians?"

"Why should I answer to those people?"

Martin knew that Constantine was worried that the Anglicans would use this as an excuse to take back all his wages.

But what does this have to do with him?
He smiled and said, "When the sun rises tomorrow, no one in London will remember that I was here. So I don't need to explain to anyone."

"You will run away tomorrow. But the people of the Episcopal Church will not let me go, right?"

Constantine gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, wishing he could punch the smiling Martin in the face.

But thinking of the two terrifying energy beam attacks in the church just now, Constantine gave in.

Can't beat it, can't beat it.

No matter from which aspect, he is no match for Martin.

"You made this mess, why should I clean it up?"

Seeing that Constantine was ready to fight him to the death, Martin knew that even if he squeezed the exorcist dry, he would not be able to pay the money.

"Okay, I'm not kidding you anymore. I'll ask Alfred to open a special account for you at Wayne Bank. You transfer the money into it, and I guarantee that no one can touch a penny."

"That's a good idea. The money is saved, but what about my life?"

Constantine wasn't stupid. He was mainly worried that those bastards in the Anglican Church would put the whole thing on his head.

He was not afraid of going to jail, but he couldn't be a scapegoat for those sanctimonious priests.

"Look over there."

Martin pointed toward the open space outside the church door.

Constantine looked over and saw the old priest who had presided over the ceremony lying on the ground, apparently having gone to see God.

The canary princess, who had lived in a cage since she was a child, sat on the ground alone, hugged her knees, and cried loudly.

"Why do you want me to look at her?"

Constantine had no sympathy for the deceived girl, but instead seemed a little indifferent.

"A child cannot be taught!"

Martin looked at Constantine's indifferent expression and shook his head in disappointment: "Nowadays, young people like to do something exciting when they go to bed, such as recording a video or something."

"You old bastard, you cheated heaven and hell, so you can easily deal with a little girl. As long as you get some dirty evidence, I guarantee that the British government will not touch a hair on your head."

Creating other negative information is one of the simplest methods, and this trick is actually not difficult to think of.

"Can't you ask the Justice League to pay some money and help me solve this matter?"

Martin looked at Constantine strangely: "How shameless of you! What's your relationship with the Justice League? Why should we pay for you to solve this matter?"

"You're the one who destroyed this church. Shouldn't the Justice League pay for you?"

Constantine discovered that Martin was not much more shameless than he was.

"I have never denied it, and if the British came after me today, I would tell them everything and see who collapses first."

Martin spread his hands and didn't care about the hostility of the British government at all.

Constantine wanted to argue something, but seeing how fearless he was, he let out a breath.

"Forget it. I can't talk to someone like you. I'm going to take you to find that damn sandbag now, and then we'll go our separate ways and never meet again."

Constantine waved his hands weakly and said harsh words, but still asked Martin to help open a special account in Wayne Bank.

Martin did not refuse. He called Alfred and got the matter done.

Then he waved towards the church, and Hoof Shadow, which had dealt with all the lava, rushed out, turned into a locomotive and carried both of them.

Constantine casually gave an address and stopped talking.

When Martin asked him what he would see there, he just waved his hand impatiently, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

"If you don't say anything now, what if we encounter demons or something like that after we get there?"

Martin gripped the motorcycle handlebars with both hands, turned his back to Constantine so he couldn't see his expression, and then he released the accelerator and slowed down.

Constantine seemed extremely annoyed. "I assure you, the person I'm going to meet this time is just an ordinary person. There will be no danger. If anything unexpected happens, you can throw me to the front to be a human mine detector."

"Since you said so, I will believe you for now."

Martin didn't push too hard, he guessed it had something to do with Constantine's private life.

The most indispensable things in Constantine's life are cigarettes, alcohol and sex. Only when these three things are involved will he become very entangled.

But Martin had no interest in these three things. He was not a beast and there were many ways to enjoy himself. Why use such an unhealthy and disgusting way?

"Goodbye!"

Martin gave a reminder, turned the throttle, and the wheels of the locomotive rubbed on the spot. He was about to experience the feeling of "flying too low".

Suddenly, a figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, blocking Martin's way.

That was Morpheus who arrived a step late.

Martin frowned, but did not ignore the other party and prepared to stop the car.

But the hoof shadows had been accumulating for so long that it was almost impossible to brake in the manner of a locomotive.

So he lifted the front wheel high, pushed Martin and Constantine off himself, and turned into an iron warhorse in an instant with a flip.

Martin and Hoofying rolled over at the same time and landed steadily on the ground.

Constantine was a little slow to react and fell hard on his butt, bursting the blisters he had received from the burns. He jumped up with a scream and his whole face was deformed.

"I almost forgot, your butt is still injured!"

Martin really forgot: "Why don't you use a healing spell to heal yourself?"

"Do you think all wizards can cast spells out of thin air like you do, without the aid of materials and rituals?"

Constantine rolled his eyes, but for the sake of his own butt, he pulled out a bottle of potion and tapped it twice.

The magic potion that caught his eye was naturally not an ordinary item.

So in the blink of an eye, he watched his injured buttocks recover as before, and covered them with his windbreaker, not wanting to talk about it anymore.

"Martin, why are you here?"

Murphys was angry. He walked up to Martin angrily and questioned him in a very impolite tone.

Martin did not dodge or avoid, and replied to Morpheus with a smile: "Of course I came here to find sandbags. This is Mr. Constantine, and he is now in the hands of his friend."

Constantine tried hard to reduce his presence and didn't want to get involved in this matter. He couldn't afford to offend either of them, so he finally hid away.

It was just a nice thought, but how could Martin let him have his way? He reached out and pushed him in front of Morpheus.

Morpheus looked Constantine from head to toe. There was no trace of the beauty of dreams and illusions in his dark eyes. Instead, he revealed a cold reality.

He had nothing to say to Constantine, but he had a lot to say to Martin: "You are overstepping your bounds. Even if you have the blessing of death, you have no right to interfere in my affairs."

It was obvious that the dream master had not changed at all. He still treated Martin with pride and wanted to guide him on what to do.

Martin smiled helplessly and didn't argue with him: "Since you're here, let's go to Constantine's friend's house to find out what happened. Anyway, the three magic weapons must be returned in the end so that the dream can continue to exist and humans will not be implicated."

Morpheus snorted, but accepted the statement.

Although he was arrogant and conceited, he also knew what the most important thing now was, which was to quickly find the three props and then fix the damage in the dream.

Thinking of this, Morpheus suppressed his dissatisfaction with Martin and chose to go with him.

Although Martin, the human, always looks like he's about to lecture people, he's actually quite capable.

Constantine couldn't see it, but he saw clearly how Martin used the power of death to actually kill a demon.

"It's a bit crowded, but you wanna ride with us?"

Martin extended an invitation to Murphys, but was declined.

Morpheus didn't want to deal with him, and so did Martin, so he invited the other party to get on the horse and arrive quickly without wasting time.

"I know my limits!"

After Morpheus finished speaking, a gust of wind blew, and he turned into fine grains of sand, which were blown up and landed on a crow.

"As expected of a member of the Endless Family, the entrance and exit ceremonies are so cool!"

Martin made a small sarcastic remark, woke up the deaf-mute Constantine, and took him straight to the destination.

This time, they did not encounter any obstructions and sped along the roads of London. It took them just over ten minutes to find a residential building that was nothing special in a community on the edge of London.

Constantine jumped off the motorcycle, intending to open the door first.

But when he saw the wide-open door and the sand scattered on the ground, he suddenly became anxious and rushed into the house.

"Wait, Constantine!"

Martin didn't expect Constantine to suddenly become so excited, and quickly reminded him: "Since Morpheus appeared here, it proves that there is a dream nearby. It would be strange if someone like Constantine rushed in directly without getting caught."

Constantine's safety is secondary. What's important is that he is trapped in an illusion. If he does something that he can't control, it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, although Martin was unwilling to confront Morpheus' dream, he still followed Constantine.

……

"Johnny, what are you doing at my doorstep?"

Constantine rushed out without paying any attention to Martin. He took two steps at a time and went down the stairs to the door of an apartment on the third floor and rang the doorbell.

He saw traces of the Dream Sand along the way, and felt a little worried.
But the door opened and nothing happened.

The owner of this house is Constantine's ex-girlfriend.

Constantine has never been picky about his sexual partners. He doesn't care if I am a man and women are not even human.

But the word "stable" has nothing to do with him. Many of his partners in bed only have sex but no love. Naturally, such a relationship cannot last for too long and eventually breaks down.

"Johnny, have you taken too much again and come to my place to cause trouble?"

Moody is now dressed like a typical urban beauty, with a slim long skirt, red lips, and exquisite makeup...

If it were on the street, it would definitely attract the attention of the entire street.

But in my own home, when I'm alone, it seems a little too grand.

"No, I'm just worried about you!"

Constantine instantly became serious and used the same tactics he usually used when picking up girls.

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