[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

what's wrong with this memory

In exchange for the clown's interested eyes, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and laughed out of breath: "Wow, did the little bat see it too?" Without waiting for Batman to respond, the clown took it on his own. Go on, "What an interesting soul, I can't wait to see the beauty of the moment he blooms."

Batman's response was to grab the back of the clown's neck and slap the clown on the ground neatly. The slap was quick and ruthless, knocking the clown unconscious.Then, he lifted the green-haired clown with his head drooping, and handed him over to the Gotham police who were silently watching like a chicken.

Batman's eyes fell on the two youths standing together.

He has seen the elegance and violence of the red-haired youth with his own eyes, and there is no doubt that he is dangerous.Looking at his outfit, he is either rich or expensive, but Batman, who has always had a good memory, has never seen him in Gotham.

And the person who stopped the red-haired young man was without a doubt the most troublesome one.

Because his appearance is too distinctive.

Perhaps because of his young age, his eyebrows and eyes are too beautiful, but Batman knows very well that in a few years, this overly delicate appearance will transform into a handsome man. For him to show off his face, the sweetness is better than candy when he smiles.

This face is clearly the appearance of the richest man in Gotham ten years ago. It cannot be said to be exactly the same, because the hair and eyes of the young man in front of him are all brown, not the black and blue color scheme of Baby Bruce.But it is this difference that will definitely make people think of Bruce Wayne when they see the brown-haired youth for the first time, and no one will believe that they are not related by blood.

Didn't you see that the ordinary people acting as protectors stared straight at the brunette? They definitely thought of certain tabloid scandals, the kind that can be played repeatedly in the Gotham media.

Oh, by the way, the red-haired young man, what did he call the brunette-haired young man just now?

Bruce?

Could it be Bruce Junior Wayne [Bruce Junior Wayne]?

…No, wake up, the prince of Gotham is 30 years old this year, and the brunette in front of him is about seventeen or eighteen years old, right?Instead of guessing he's Bruce Wayne's illegitimate son, he's guessing he's Thomas Wayne's illegitimate son, the half-brother of the Prince of Gotham.

No, Prince Gotham lost his parents when he was eight years old, and it is impossible for him to have a half-brother at this age.

Wait, what if this brown Brunette is actually 23 or [-] years old and just looks tender?

The minds of everyone present were already filled with garbled characters, but the brown-haired young man in the center of the storm couldn't even see out of the corner of his eyes.He just glanced thoughtfully at the dark-clad Batman, then lowered his eyes, wiped the blood from the red-haired young man's hands with a handkerchief, and said with some helplessness: "Mia, you should understand, he Not the clown we know."

"Sorry, Bruce." The red-haired young man said innocently, "His laughter was too piercing. It made me think of something not so wonderful, so I couldn't control my temper."

"Understandable." The brown-haired young man blinked his mocha-colored eyes, staring at the dark blue eyes that were close at hand, and said in a deep voice, "But it's not worth it."

The red-haired young man tilted his head and said affirmatively, "You are right, my dear."

The brown-haired young man twitched the corners of his lips a little, and then said to a Gotham policeman who was absent-mindedly evacuating the onlookers: "Mr. police officer, please excuse me."

The Gotham policeman who was named immediately strode up to the brown-haired youth. Although the red-haired youth was terribly ferocious, and when he beat the clown before, the onlookers were silent, but as soon as the brown-haired youth came over, he immediately became docile. big cat.

She already has a good face, but if she shows such an expression... What a dangerous person, it's obviously a clown, okay? The reason why this red-haired sweetheart beat the clown violently was to save the lives of innocent people like them.

Coupled with the pretty face of the brunette youth, which is exactly the same as the Gotham baby, let alone fear, their fire of gossip is burning.

Headlines, big news!

Although they are not media workers, there is a lot of money in the account for providing such breaking news to the news newspaper.

The policeman forcibly suppressed the desire to gossip in his heart, and secretly calculated how much gossip inside information he could get through normal inquiries, and how much the information was worth. Did you help you? Oh, yes, you assisted the police in arresting the criminal clown, which deserves a commendation. You..." Swallowing quietly, the police officer looked at the red-haired young man as calmly as possible, "Can you stay? Your name and contact information?"

"Tch." The red-haired young man sneered, and said in a low voice, "A commendation from the Gotham Police Department."

The brown-haired young man squeezed the red-haired young man's hand, and then said to the policeman who dared not show his resentment: "When I came over just now, a gentleman who looked like a crocodile attacked me very unfriendlyly. Why? Please protect yourself, I knocked him out, and may have injured him a little bit." The brunette youth said nonchalantly what made the policeman's face turn white and his eyes straight, "He should be in that direction now, please deal with it one time."

The brown-haired young man smiled under the shocked gaze of the police officer. His smile was sweet and well-behaved, like the Gotham prince who dominated the headlines of Gotham's major media.He glanced at the place where Batman used his hook to go up to the sky just now. Based on his understanding of the man under the bat suit, although he left, he definitely left a monitoring device to listen to every word he and Mia said. .

He didn't mind if the other party knew their identities a little bit.

"Bruce Wayne, my name."

"Jerome Valeska." The red-haired young man dragged his voice, revealing a careless tone, "an unknown person."

Batman & the old butler listening: "!!!"

***

Wayne Manor.

Reluctantly maintaining basic courtesy, he thanked Alfred, the housekeeper of Wayne Manor, for the clean clothes and food he took the time to deliver. Constantine closed the door, raised his hand, and bit his index finger.

The bloody fingertips pressed against the valuable carved door of Wayne's house, and the blood mixed with magic power outlined mysterious symbols on the door. The jackal-like totem was Anubis, the guardian of ancient Egyptian legends. symbols of.Using blood and magic as a medium, the power of Anubis came to this room, preventing any prying eyes from invading.

Compared with the high-end apartment in the Upper East Side, the Wayne Manor with its own strict security system is undoubtedly a safer place. Seeing his few contacts with Batman, Constantine is willing to believe his goodwill.But when Beria was seriously injured and unconscious, Constantine had to pay more caution.

The smoky hellfire floated lightly in the corner of the room, perfectly blending into the shadows in the room, becoming a second layer of vigilance.

After finishing these, Constantine walked to the bedside.

Belia, who was in a coma, was lying on the only double bed in the guest room. On the white sheets, the long black hair of the Lord of Hell covered the pillow and hung down to the floor along one side of the sheets.Yan Li, who was very prosperous in the past, had an extremely pale face and pale lips, anyone could see how weak and haggard he was at this moment.

Beria, the king of fallen angels who is second only to the king of hell, Lucifer, in authority in hell, how did he become like this.

Constantine clenched his fingers vigorously, bent down, picked up the long hair of the Lord of Hell that had fallen to the floor, and carefully placed it by his side.He took a deep breath and reached for the belt of Belial's robe.

The runes engraved on the robe did not refuse Constantine's touch, allowing him to easily pull off the belt and the robe from Beria's body.

The body hidden under the robe is undoubtedly perfect. Seraphim is probably the Creator's most preferred creation. Every Seraph, whether it is appearance or strength, is perfect in the world.Constantine didn't deny the appeal of this body, but that wasn't his intention to take off his clothes.

Constantine looked at Beria's body seriously, especially the heart.

No trauma.

In other words, the trauma has healed.

Biting his lip, Constantine pulled the quilt aside and covered Beria.He picked up the black robe Beria was wearing before, and the robe was damaged. Someone broke through the rune barrier on the robe and injured Beria, but those injuries have healed, and it can only be judged by the size of the scratches on the robe. To infer the severity of the injury.

This was not the injury Constantine wanted to identify.

There is no special smell on the robe, and angels bleed, but their blood is different from that of humans, and the liquid glory does not have the rust-like smell of human blood.The blood of the fallen angels is black with star brilliance, and without special means, it will not exist for a long time, just like the blood that Beria dripped from Constantine's fingers before, it will not fall on the ground. Turn into mist and dissipate in the air.

Pursing his lips, Constantine raised his hand, and the black hellfire burned at his fingertips.

Fingers burning with black flames were close to Beria's robe.

This is the hellfire Beria gave him, with the essence of his power, and it can naturally echo with the power of the same source.

At the position of the heart, the light of the stars emerged.

It was the starlight that was exactly the same as the blood of the fallen angel.

Constantine's palms trembled.

"it's me?"

Constantine looked stunned, and he remembered the hallucination that emerged along with the past memory——

Angel blade piercing the chest.

A stream of black light dripped from both hands.

Bella's eyes were full of sadness.

What if that wasn't an illusion?

"I really... what have I done..."

Konstantin buried his face in his hands, the hot liquid dripped from his fingers, and whimpered in a painful whisper.

is it him?

Did he personally hurt Beria and send the Angel Blade into his chest?

If Beria hadn't injured the source of his strength, why would he be so weak.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy an exorcist who directly picks up clothes#

Beria: Is my posture okay? Is it smooth?It's a pity that I'm still dizzy, otherwise I could turn over to help you save some energy.

Konstantin: You can continue to faint.

Beria: Give me a love, maybe I'll wake up.

Constantine: Huh.

***

This is the disadvantage of not having a body. For an angel with only a spirit body, there is no distinction between internal and external injuries →_→Konstantin put the memory confusion debuff on himself

Constantine: There must be something wrong with my memory!

***

Brucey and Jerome are from the American drama "Gotham", but the plot has been changed hhh, it's fine if they come from a parallel world.The actors of these two are great, they look good and their acting skills are also good.Jerome was polluted by his twin brother Jerome with laughing gas in "Gotham", and finally became a clown→_→But here, for various reasons, he is not a clown, and he hates clowns, even if he is separated by a world, see I want to beat up a similar clown^_^

Brucey is not Batman yet, but he has a little idea, and he came to the parallel world to see such a big Batman.

Bruce: Who stole my idea?Oh, it turned out to be me in this world.

***

Prosperous and in a trance, the author was frightened today——

In the morning, I used the only [-] stones to draw a wave of ten consecutive times, and stabbed the nest of Lainisi Sima Yi, and three came in one wave. I was scared.jpg