Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 240: Excellent tongue
A charming woman was leaning against the apricot doorframe with her arms folded. Her lips, painted with tomato-colored lipstick, opened and closed, and uttered words that would make a man heartbroken.

"Constantine? What are you doing here?"

The group of three people outside the house took a step back in unison, leaving a lonely man with blond hair in a trench coat the same color as the door frame standing at the door.

"Xiao Zha, why do you spit out such cold words from your warm and charming lips? I thought we were once intimate..."

"So, once."

Zatanna, who was at home, was wearing a nightgown with an indistinguishable color. She looked indifferently at Constantine's hard performance. She narrowed her eyes before wiping off her eyeliner, looked over Constantine's shoulder, and glanced at the people watching. Several strangers.

Among them, Terry, who was holding Jason's hand, failed to attract her attention, but her eyes stayed for a while while passing the bartender Alan.

As her eyes returned to Constantine, obvious disgust appeared on Zatanna's expression.

"If my magic circle hadn't warned that there were only three people coming, I wouldn't have opened the door even if you knelt outside all night."

It is estimated that Constantine himself also knows Zatanna's current attitude towards him. On the way here, he specially gave himself a magic that makes him lose his sense of existence. Coupled with the fluctuation of magic power of others in the same group, he successfully avoided Zatanna. detection magic.

Although Constantine did not emphasize to Terry the level of magic of his ex-girlfriend, Terry's own memory bank allowed him to clearly understand that the man and woman who were pulling each other not far away were from this world. A master of magic.

"I don't know where you got some information about Constantine. Although I also deeply agree that he is a scumbag, it is obvious that your understanding of him is not comprehensive."

If Zatanna and Constantine take action, Terry won't worry about him, but Jason may not be able to withstand even a little magic fallout.

My tavern has hosted people of all races from all over the place. God, I once saw him wandering to the next table after being drunk and chatting up a female fire dragon that lived in the Ash Mountain Pass! "

Alan sighed at the bar. He somehow took out two small silver bottles with his hands behind his back. One of his hands made a delivery motion. After Terry shook his head and refused, he put them away and twisted them. He opened the cap of another bottle and took a sip.

"Don't worry, if the woman didn't open the door tonight, we would have gone home. Since she let Constantine speak to her, there is a chance of success."

At least it was much better than him, a half-baked magician who relied solely on the magic knowledge imparted to him by a half-baked magician.

Judging only from some of Zatanna's subtle facial expressions, this woman seems to be extremely disgusted with Constantine, and perhaps has some hatred.

"Just be patient and wait a little longer."

Seeing the shameless man begin to eloquently say all kinds of sweet words to Zatanna, Alan, who was holding his hands behind his back, raised his head and chuckled.

After smacking his mouth and thinking about it for a while, Alan showed a somewhat awkward expression.

Not to mention Jason, even Terry couldn't quite understand.

Jason stared with confused eyes. Although as a teenager who also grew up on the streets of Gotham City, he might be able to easily figure out the psychological state of some wealthy businessmen who were targeted by him. However, due to his age and experience, like It's something about love between men and women, Jason really can't understand it at the moment.

“You’ve never seen, I’ve never seen any woman—female!
Those who can avoid being deceived by his clever mouth.

When the sip of wine completely slid down the esophagus and into the stomach, Alan at the bar continued to talk with some emotion.

"Are you sure? How about we retreat further."

Noticing the confused expression on little Jason's face, Terry slowly lowered his hands and covered Jason's ears.

However, after the latter shook his head vigorously to protest, Terry gave up the idea.

In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, the bartender snapped his fingers, and some orange-red starlight floated from his fingertips, condensing a strange-looking creature in the air. The ash female fire dragon simulated by magic slowly rotated in the air, forcefully holding Terry and Jason in place for at least three seconds.

If I insist on making an analogy, Terry Pickles can very seriously believe that the appearance of this race is within the acceptable range for humans, and the impact on the eyes is no less than that of running into a person suffering from acute gastroenteritis. The smell in the toilet where the patient has just finished defecating is harmful to the nasal cavity.

Along the way, little Jason, who was following him to show off his ferocious way of survival, stopped struggling, turned pale, and silently grabbed Terry's palms, covering his eyes with pain.

Terry Hei, who had always been unsmiling, twitched the corners of his mouth. With great perseverance, he controlled his chest muscles to suppress the roiling throat. After blowing out a breath to disperse the magic starlight, he grinned and asked for the follow-up.

"and then?"

"Then?"

The bartender twisted the cap of the bottle and shook his head: "The next day, this scumbag came to me for help with his dick full of blood. He was burned by the blood of the Ash Fire Dragon and it was very difficult to treat. It took Constantine half a month since that day. I can’t touch women anymore.”

"Blood burn? So that ash fire dragon is still a big girl?"

"Your understanding is very good."

The bartender stood up straight, put the bottle back behind him, smoothed his collar, and raised his chin forward.

"Let's go, he's done it."

Terry looked at the house and saw Zatanna snorting disdainfully, turning around gracefully on the spot like a proud swan, twisting her hips and swaying into the house.

There is no door closed.

Constantine smiled and trotted in to follow them. He turned back and gestured to them to follow them quickly.

Little Jason felt the warm hands on his eyes leave. He quickly opened his eyes and quickly followed Terry's footsteps. He asked with a look of surprise.

"How on earth did that uncle do it?"

Terry didn't stop and gave Jason a sideways look: "What, you want to boil a tube of water too? Children shouldn't ask so many adult topics."

Jason silently gave a middle finger gesture.

When the four of them entered the house one after another, a breeze came from nowhere and gently closed the apricot-yellow wooden door, making a long creaking sound.

After Terry entered the room, he imitated Alan and Constantine's actions and silently found a corner of the sofa in the living room to sit down. Jason followed suit and pushed hard to take up the last bit of space on the sofa. Terry, but the latter didn't move at all.

The female magician with big dark purple waves saw this scene, and with a wave of her hand, a small mazza that happened to reach the crook of Jason's leg appeared out of thin air on the carpet.

"I'm sorry, I live alone here, and I don't usually think about greeting anyone, so the place is a little crowded."

Terry casually pressed the angry Jason down, shook his head and smiled stiffly, as a greeting to his master.

"To be clear in advance, I am not trying to help anyone. It just happens that my father is studying this matter recently. To be honest, many people in the magic world are very restless recently."

Zatanna spoke softly, and after a string of words of unknown meaning, a plate of tea appeared on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)