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Is this what bad luck is all about?

He felt a thrill, like playing a video game called "Close Your Eyes When It Gets Dark".

With each blink of an eye, an unfortunate soul dies.

So... who is this unlucky guy?

Oh no, it seems to be me!!

Liphunt realized that he had been in contact with Constantine the most and had the most conversations with him, so if there was any unlucky guy, it would definitely be him!

Liphunt looked at Aaron pleadingly, "Brother, elder brother, great god, can you see the future? How many days do I have left to live?"

Aaron instantly understood Riphunt's thoughts. "Don't worry, as long as you don't have frequent contact with him anymore, you'll live longer than Savage, if not a hundred years."

"I understand!"

Liphunt nodded solemnly, while also letting out a sigh of relief.

Hey, what have you figured out?!

Constantine was completely bewildered; he had reason to suspect that the two were subtly criticizing him.

Heaven can bear witness that while Constantine may be a bit of a scoundrel, he doesn't deserve this much.

“Listen to me, I’m not that kind of person.”

"we know!"

Liphunt and the others nodded in agreement.

Constantine took a step forward, Captain Cold instinctively raised his freeze gun and took three steps back, while Heat also gripped his flamethrower and retreated.

The eagle man and eagle woman flapped their wings and flew into the sky.

Jefferson and Martin have even clasped hands, about to transform into a firestorm.

Sarah then hid behind Aaron and stood side by side with the raven.

Riphunt retreated directly to the back of the crowd.

Constantine's heart skipped a beat. It's all over!

There is no place for me in this world anymore.

If it weren't for the approaching Sangu Demon, and the fact that he had a grudge against him and that the Demon might come looking for trouble after destroying the universe, he would have really wanted to just leave.

Constantine took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling puffs of smoke. He wasn't smoking a cigarette; he was smoking loneliness.

It's truly tragic that someone with such brilliant talent could be misunderstood by no one.

Am I really that bad?

Constantine looked at Aaron with a resentful expression. "Dude, look what you've done!"

"Isn't that the truth?"

Aaron refused to take the blame, saying, "You're capable of calling ten friends, real, living friends, not just souls."

"..."

Constantine paused, silently counted in his mind, then looked up and said, "Actually, I can explain."

“I understand. If you deal with demons frequently, they will naturally hold a grudge against you and hate you. And because of this, they will also target your friends who have had too much contact with you.”

"so..."

Aaron didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood.

They understand, but they don't want to be friends who are being targeted.

"Constantine, you are a hero, but heroes are destined to be lonely. We believe in you and will always support you silently!"

Liphunt clenched his fist. He still wanted to live happily with his wife and daughter, but he couldn't let Qian Zhaozhao be a widow.

Heatwave Mike went even further, saying, "Constantine, for your safety and ours, please keep your distance from us. Don't let those demons misunderstand our relationship with you."

It's not that Riphunt and the others are heartless; the main reason is that they didn't have much friendship with Constantine and didn't fight alongside him.

They genuinely approved of Constantine's actions, but... they wanted to live; they weren't tired of living.

If Aaron hadn't taken these actions, even if they knew about it, they wouldn't have paid much attention, since it was all unfounded.

What they did was not entirely safe; no one knew when they might die.

But who can blame them when even a big shot like Aaron feels unlucky?

They are physically weak and cannot withstand such bad luck.

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

Constantine's gaze grew even more melancholy.

Sigh, what a waste of such a group of useful friends to share this.

I won't have the chance to ask them for help again.

Chapter 307 A string of lies, forging Constantine

Constantine, feeling a bit down because he hadn't made any new friends, skillfully exhaled a smoke ring.

He reverted to his previous roguish demeanor.

After exhaling a perfect smoke ring, Constantine spoke:

"Speaking of which, let's get down to business first. How do we deal with Miss Raven's brutal father? That title is really strange. Why don't you consider changing it to a more auspicious one?"

"The Raven of Death... Spreading plague and disease, that's just too bad."

Speaking of the word "raven," Constantine couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Aaron said with a serious expression, "That makes sense. I completely agree with that. The name Raven is too unlucky. If you ask me, Constantine would be a much better fit for the codename."

Constantine's face darkened. "Hey, hey, hey, stop talking about me! I'll sue you for defamation!"

Seeing the playful glint in Aaron's eyes, Constantine realized what was happening and quickly begged for mercy:

"Okay, I get it. So that's what kind of relationship you two have. OK, it's my fault. I shouldn't have joked about it."

"However... this 'white-clad saintess' and you..."

Constantine winked at Sarah Lans.

They seem to want to see a good show.

However, Sarah naturally took Aaron's right hand.

Aaron, with one arm around Raven and the other around Sarah, said with a mocking smile, "She's my woman, is there a problem?"

Constantine opened his mouth, completely unaware that his most beloved cigarette had fallen to the ground.

"You...you guys...okay, I guess I'm just ignorant."

Constantine gave a thumbs up. "You're really brave! Now I don't have to worry about my hatred level being too high."

Raven is the daughter of the Three Palace Demons, and he knows that the extradimensional demon, though seemingly burly, is actually extremely concerned with his image.

If the other party found out that a playboy had slept with his daughter and even had a threesome, well, he wouldn't be surprised if the world were destroyed a hundred times over.

To be fair, Aaron is really handsome, and Raven is really beautiful; they truly deserve to be the daughters of the Demon King.

Even Constantine was thinking about whether he should try to seduce a witch, or even a male witch!

As he spoke, Constantine took out another cigarette, truly making it a habit to have a cigarette in his hand at all times.

As he lit his cigarette, he looked at Aaron and the two women, and his vision blurred for a moment.

Inwardly, however, he sighed silently, "What a pity, what a waste."

He may have tasted countless abalone and chicken dishes, but he has never experienced a business partner as high-quality as this.

Just then, Aaron's gaze inadvertently swept over, and Constantine, not knowing what was going on, suddenly felt a chill.

He understood; it was a warning look.

Constantine snapped out of his daze.

I almost forgot, this guy in front of me might be some big shot's alternate account, I can't even think about it!

"come here."

Aaron pointed at Constantine.

Constantine felt a chill run down his spine. "Big brother, handsome guy, boss, I apologize and I repent. I didn't mean it. I really didn't have any bad intentions."

Aaron said with a half-smile, "I know, I called you here just to give you a little buff. Everyone gets one, and you're no exception."

Constantine's face was smiling, but it also looked like he was crying.

He glanced at Puhent, who nodded.

He glanced at Heatwave and Atom Man, who seemed completely unsurprised, as if they already knew about it.

it is true?

But... I'm still scared!

Constantine said softly, "Um...can I not come? Actually, I don't need to...Oh right, I remember now, I do have a lot of bad luck on me."

"There are also many demonic marks, including the King of Hell, the First Fallen, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and other powerful dukes of Hell... and of course, the Raven Lady's father, Trigon.

"I am filled with a sense of foreboding..."

Wow~ You're the reincarnation of the Poison King!

So many Demon Lord marks... Wait, how did you even live to this age? By selling your hook? Fuck!

This time, without Aaron saying a word, Riphunt and the others' expressions changed drastically and they all retreated.

Jefferson and Martin simply merged into a firestorm, their bodies ablaze with ever-growing flames, as if doing so would burn away and ward off all bad luck.

The others quietly took cover behind the firestorm, while Riphunt activated his full-protection spacesuit.

If the timing weren't so bad, he really wanted to go back and change into the highest level of protective clothing.

Everyone was terrified of Constantine's approach, as if merely getting close would bring them bad luck, leading to them being torn to pieces by the demons, their souls being tormented and burned by the warriors, or more likely, being taken away by the demons themselves.

Constantine stopped complaining about the way Riphunt and the others treated him like a plague. He looked at Aaron cautiously.

Sarah and Raven both wanted to get away from Constantine.

Sarah hesitated, "Dad, maybe... we should just forget about Constantine? He's already so unlucky, so what difference does it make whether we use protection or not? It can't get any worse than it is now, can it?"

Raven nodded in agreement; although she was the daughter of the Demon King, Sangu Mo.

But just hearing Constantine mention these titles of demon king, even the real Sangokuma would have to think twice.

Although Sarah's words were hurtful, Constantine nodded. "Yes, that's exactly it."

However, Aaron had already prepared for this and had added a layer of golden light to himself, Raven, and Sarah.

0Request flowers

This is a protective divine light composed of the power of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Heart of Darkness, the Suppression Domain, the Great Unification Field, and Divine Purification, possessing super protective capabilities.

It can isolate, but is not limited to, bacteria and viruses at the material level, nano- and quark-level life forms, ultra-microscopic existences at the quantum level, magical viruses, curses, light-based abilities, eerie auras at the superdimensional level, and of course, some power at the rule level.

For example, death curse, corruption, soul drain, etc.

Even if Constantine's mark were a curse or bad luck associated with him, it wouldn't affect the three of them at all.

"Thanks for the reminder, we can continue now."

Aaron gestured for Constantine to come over obediently.

Looking at the three fully armed men, the latter didn't know whether to smile bitterly or be happy.

A bitter smile played on my lips, for I had truly become the source of plague and bad luck.

To his delight, he could get this mysterious and powerful figure to be fully armed without him having to lift a finger.

Putting everything else aside, the treatment he received was so good that even if he died now, it would be worth every penny!

Constantine couldn't escape it after all, and he walked in with a stiff upper lip.

Aaron raised his hand and touched him, and Constantine felt a mysterious power surge into his heart.