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Chapter 364 Death Walks with Me (Please subscribe, read, and comment on the monthly ticket)
"Stop it! You bastard, were you kicked out of bed by some woman and then you thought of me?"

Moody leaned his body against one door frame and put his hand on the other door frame to block the door.

Any normal person who sees this look would know that this is a sign of rejection from a woman.

But Constantine is not a normal person.

His face was thicker than a city wall. He ignored the woman's refusal and just bent down to slip under her armpit.

"You shameless one!"

The woman was both embarrassed and angry, not because the slit in the upper part of her skirt was too big and could pass under her armpits. If she turned her head, one could see the scenery inside her clothes.

What made her angry was that not long ago, this bastard coldly proposed to break up when she was putting on clothes after having sex with him.

Even animals, after doing something, will use their tongues to lick each other's bodies to savor the feeling caused by the pain.

But Constantine is not a beast. He is even worse than a beast. When he loses sexual desire for a woman, he abandons her without hesitation.

Of course, in the mouths of scumbags, they are not ruthless, but they cut off ties with them in time in order to avoid causing greater emotional harm to girls.

But anyone with a little common sense wouldn't believe such nonsense.

So Moody kicked Constantine in the butt without hesitation.

"Hey!"

Constantine didn't dodge and was kicked hard, falling to the ground.

"Why are you having trouble with my butt today?"

He lay on the ground, rubbing his buttocks, groaning inwardly.

Moody was dressed like an urban beauty, and of course she was wearing high heels, the kind that were so high that they hurt like a sky.

If it were an experienced guy, that kick would have left a hole in Constantine's butt.

"Stop pretending to be dead and get out of my house right now."

Moody took two steps forward, showed no sympathy for the prone Constantine, and kicked him twice more.

"I am not an emotionally fragile little girl now. I won't fall for your tricks. Get out of here right now!"

"Don't be so heartless. After all, we have a past. Let's catch up."

Constantine was like a piece of rolling meat. No matter how Moody kicked him, he didn't react and even showed a bright smile.

"Actually, I miss you, but you also know that my job is too dangerous. Ordinary people should stay away from me."

Constantine turned his body, facing up, and began to beg for mercy from the woman.

When he saw the woman stop moving, he shamelessly grabbed her ankles and began to rub them carefully.

Moody was wearing black stockings, and when Constantine touched them with his big hands, they felt soft and smooth, and even made a rustling sound.

Moody, who was so strong just now, blushed instantly. She pulled her legs hard, but couldn't get rid of Constantine's big hand, so she whispered:

"You pervert, take your hands off me and stop touching my feet."

"Don't be shy!"

Constantine never knew how to stop. When he saw Moody retreat, he became strong. Not only did he not let go of his hand, but he also put his other hand around the woman's ankle.

Then he exerted force and pulled the woman down. Their bodies overlapped, and their bumps were filled through their clothes.

It seemed that Moody still had feelings for Constantine. His first reaction after being pulled down was not to get up quickly, but to curse him as a hooligan and did not take any other action.

Constantine, a veteran in the love field, knew what it meant and instantly turned into a lustful wolf, ready for a wet French kiss.

Snapped!
Constantine did not kiss the woman's soft lips painted with lipstick, but instead received a hard slap in the face.

He opened his eyes blankly, only to find that Moody, who was pressing on him, began to turn into sand. Fine yellow sand flowed directly into his mouth and covered his body.

The beautiful urban beauty also collapsed bit by bit, gradually disappeared, and turned into a handful of yellow sand in the true sense of the word.

Constantine was stunned as the surrounding environment began to change. A musty smell came from the house and all the windows were sealed to ensure that no sunlight could enter the house.

"I was actually under an illusion?"

Constantine immediately realized what was happening to him. He looked up and saw Martin and Morpheus standing side by side, staring at him.

"I didn't do anything weird just now, did I?"

"of course not."

Martin smiled and said, "It's just watching you hugging a piece of air and talking nonsense."

"Humph, this is personal privacy, I hope you can respect it."

Of course, a shameless person like Constantine would not really get angry about such things.

He jumped up from the ground, looked at the messy house, frowned and asked: "What happened here? Moody is a good girl, she would not let her house be so dirty."

“Then ask yourself what good things you have done.”

Martin looked at Constantine as if he was going to judge him.

When Constantine was captured in a dream and indulged in male and female sexual desire, Martin and Morpheus had already estimated the general situation of the matter.

Then Martin slapped Constantine in the face to wake him up.

"What does it have to do with me? Even though I'm a scumbag, I'd never cheat my partner out of money or anything else."

Constantine waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was his bottom line and he would never violate it no matter what happened.

"You left the sandbag to a mortal, and that's the biggest mistake you made."

Morpheus has no relationship with Constantine, so of course he won't be polite when speaking to him.

"Fake!"

Constantine shook his head and shook out the thing in his crotch. His IQ took over again and he realized what a stupid thing he had done.

He rushed into the bedroom and saw a horrifying scene.

In the dark room, the once beautiful and vigorous Moody is now dying. She is lying on a double bed, covered with a quilt, but her exposed head is skin and bones, just a skull covered with skin.

"No no no, Moody!"

Constantine is a bastard, but he also has feelings. Seeing a woman on the verge of death because of his negligence, he must feel guilty.

"You really showed up in front of me, Johnny? This sandbag is finally working."

The woman on the bed was breathing very slowly, and the sound of her voice was no different from the buzzing of a mosquito, but the three people present were not ordinary people, so they had to listen carefully.

Martin and Morpheus instantly cast stern glances at Constantine.

The former is to despise him for doing such a jerk thing. The latter is to blame him for throwing sandbags randomly.

Constantine felt uneasy being stared at by the two big guys, and felt guilty for what happened to the woman in the bed.

"Do you know what you are doing? Give me the sandbag quickly. You will kill yourself."

Constantine wanted the sandbag that the woman was holding tightly in her hand, but her hand was too delicate, and even the slightest force could cause serious fractures.

"This child is beyond saving. With the help of the sandbag, she is always immersed in an illusory dream and has exhausted her body. If you take away the sandbag, she will die in less than half an hour. But leaving the sandbag will not save her fate. It will only delay her death for a few hours."

Morpheus looked at the suffering woman and said these words coldly.

The moment he walked into the room, he already knew everything, and with just a thought he could hold the missing sandbag in his hand.

But he didn't do that. He felt sorry for the poor child lying on the bed and didn't want her to leave this world in a dream that seemed perfect but was actually illusory.

But Constantine obviously didn't understand Morpheus's heart, and even said viciously: "Shut up, God. You just want to get your sandbag back quickly, so just come and get it yourself. There's no need to talk nonsense. Anyway, we mortals are no different from ants in your eyes..."

Constantine started to curse at people, with all kinds of ugly words coming out of his mouth like a machine gun.

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Martin roared, and the temperature in the room dropped by half in an instant. The shadows began to twist, and the biting cold climbed up Constantine's body, physically preventing him from shutting up.

"John Constantine, everything that happened now is your own fault. You can't blame anyone else. I don't care if you are angry or guilty. Just deal with it yourself and stop using the excuses given to you by others."

"Cough cough cough..."

Martin was furious, and not only Constantine suffered, but Moody who was lying in bed was also implicated.

He quickly gathered up his strength, grabbed Constantine, whose teeth were chattering from the cold, and threw him out of the room.

"The sandbags have been found. You have nothing to do here. Get out of here!"

"Hey, hey, hey, open the door! The woman inside is my ex-girlfriend. What do you two grown men mean by being in there?"

Constantine's feelings towards Moody are very complicated, but to sum it up, he wants to make amends with him, but doesn't want to speak his mind, so he chooses to use this method to anger the two big guys inside.

There was no reaction in the house. Martin had long since stopped buying into the moral blackmail. Murphys was not even a human being, so what morals did he talk about?

However, Martin and Morpheus inside ignored Constantine, but someone outside would not tolerate him.

Seeing that they didn't open the door, Constantine was about to change his words to provoke them, but before he could open his mouth, Hoof Shadow came over, striding with all four hooves, looking ready to go.

"What are you going to do? I tell you, I am your master..."

Constantine still doesn't understand technology well enough. When he tried to build connections, he ended up angering the self-aware Hoof Shadow.

Hoof Shadow was no longer polite and directly hit him in the stomach, taking the bastard to the Episcopal Church.

……

"It's quiet outside, let's discuss how to send this poor girl on her final journey!"

Martin really admired Constantine. It was rare in the world to find someone who could live like this.

Although Constantine's family was very unfortunate, everyone went through the same thing. At least he had the so-called magical protection and was not dragged away to be cannon fodder to die.

“I was surprised just now!”

Murphys honestly expressed his feelings: "Just now I thought you would stand on Constantine's side and scold me for being inhumane?"

Martin shook his head slightly. "You did nothing wrong in this matter, and I have no reason to scold you. Besides, you were merciful by not taking back the sandbag immediately."

The woman lying in bed is almost certain to die. It is just a matter of whether she dies early or late, and how she dies.

Martin and Murphys had almost no relationship with this man, and they only helped out out of sympathy.

But if it were Constantine, he would find it difficult to control his emotions if he stayed here, and might use forbidden magic to help the woman save her life.

Martin threw it away because of this consideration.

"You are not as arrogant as I thought."

Morpheus walked slowly towards the woman lying on the bed and waved his hand gently. She closed her eyes and loosened her grip on the sandbag.

"I'm just speaking the truth. Now calm down and think about it. Is it really necessary to take the pet away from the Cain and Abel brothers and quickly restore all the functions of the dream?"

As long as Morpheus is in a dream, the dream will return to normal, and those whose sleep is disturbed will return to normal.

As for those who fell into eternal sleep, according to the Alliance's investigation, there were actually very few left, and they were all dead.

"Maybe! However, you are right about one thing. I really shouldn't ignore the curse on Cain and Abel. I should help them escape such a fate."

Morpheus sat on a chair beside the bed, reached out and picked up the yellow sand in the sandbag, watching the silly sand flow away bit by bit, and countless new dreams were born and disappeared.

"If you need my help, forget it. Who knows where I will be tomorrow!"

Martin wanted to make a promise, but after thinking about his situation, he decided not to.

Morpheus smiled and said, "No matter where you are, as long as you can still dream, I can locate you."

"That's great. If I suddenly appear in the other side of the universe or another universe in the future, I will jump through your dreamland."

Martin never really hated Murphys, he just didn't like his childish behavior.

Morpheus did not refuse, the multiverse made no difference to him.

"I can't save her either, so give her a dream and let her die peacefully in her dream!"

Martin glanced at the woman and shook his head.

There are two things in this world that cannot be saved. One is that there is really no way to save you, even if you call a god.

The other type is that the cost is too high and it is not worth saving.

To Martin, this woman was the latter kind of hopeless case.

If it were Diana, Martin would have pulled her out of death no matter what the cost, but she didn't, so I'm sorry.

"You weave the dream, and I will guide her to death."

Martin walked to the other side of the bed and stood opposite Morpheus.

"Perhaps you don't believe it, but I rarely interfere with the dreams of life."

Morpheus defended himself, then stretched out his index finger, and a stream of yellow sand flowed out from his fingertips and sank into the woman's mind.

"Don't ask me what she dreamed about. I don't care."

Martin did have such a question, but since it said so, he gave up the idea of asking further.

Martin didn't prepare anything. He just pointed his right index finger at the woman on the bed and said softly:
"Death walks with me!"

(End of this chapter)