"If you have nothing to do, just smoke more and say less unlucky words."

Su Ming immediately retorted about Zhakang's speech. After throwing the bitch a pack of Wilson cigarettes, he said:

"If you can't control your mouth anymore, next time I will use the anti-life equation to control you, so that you can grab the salt on Bobo's body like a monkey."

The air outside the house seemed to penetrate, with a strong smell of grass, a faint fragrance of flowers, and then an indescribable strange smell, which made people's heartbeat a little.

Speaking of which, when he was watching TV when he was a child, Su Ming saw two monkeys grabbing each other’s food to eat. At that time, he thought he was eating fleas or lice.

"No, don't pull me in." Before Zhakang could speak, the gorilla detective stopped working. The monkey head sat on the shoulder of Death Knell, shook his head wildly: "First of all, I take a shower every day, there are no salt particles in my hair. Secondly, even if there are, I don't want to see that kind of picture appear."

Just thinking about it, Bobo felt creepy. If Zhakang squatted behind him, gently flipped his black hair with dirty hands, looked for salt to stuff it into his mouth, and scratched his ears and foreheads happily...

Dark, too dark.

It sounds a bit crazy and dark, but John Constantine is also an Englishman in addition to being a shaman. This joke with some old-fashioned taste just fits his joke.

He picked up the cigarette in his hand and shook it, thanked the gift of Death Knell, immediately unpacked the packaging and added one to his mouth, and said with a smile as he spitted smoke:

"Ha, then I'd better smoke. In addition, it's not that I'm possessed by the defeatists and say unlucky words, but that I have to explain in advance that I have never been to the Garden of Destiny before, but that it's just that I know it's such a place, so once we walk out of the door of the mysterious house, what I can do may be very limited."

In response to this, Su Ming just shook his head indifferently and walked towards the door:

"We are here to look for Lucifer. We are not making you as arrogant as Lucifer. You don't think you are the only one of the spellcasters in the team, right? No? I didn't expect you to do anything in the Garden of Destiny, because your own destiny is a piece of shit."

"Fur, you're right, you're a very smelly piece of shit." Zhakang showed a second-rate smile again. Anyway, he likes this feeling that he can be irresponsible.

It is difficult to lead a team as a spellcaster. The most intuitive reason is that as a human with only one mouth, it is impossible to chant spells and cast spells while giving orders to teammates.

Before he went out, he wanted to make it clear. He couldn't do anything he did. He left all the next things to death knell. Don't expect to cast spells yourself. He was determined to mess around.

The implication of Death Knell is that he didn't expect him, after all, Zhakang always kills his teammates, just like shit.

So Constantine, who had no self-esteem, immediately admitted that he was just shit and was very smelly.

Since a consensus was reached, Su Ming did not waste time. He reached out to put up the mottled and old door of the mysterious house and slowly opened it.

Outside the door is a beautiful spring scenery, and this garden maze is very much like a beautiful wonderland. What should be the conventional garden on the earth be there, what is here, and there are many grand scenery that are difficult to see on earth.

Not far outside the door is a gorgeous iron swing, and even the ropes are decorated with exquisite patterns, which seem to tell people the mysterious beauty of the garden.

Where the sight is slightly farther away, there are green walls. They are trees pruned by fate, and they also seem to be unable to see the green barrier on the upper edge when you look up, hiding the beautiful scenery inside, and the walls are filled with colorful flowers.

You can only see green extending endlessly towards the sky above, and you can't see the sky at all. But strangely, the maze is very bright, just like what I said before, as if the spring sunshine shines on everyone.

There are gaps between different walls, which are the intricate maze paths. There are as many as hundreds of intersections that can be seen alone.

"Ah, I've already started to get lost before I went out." Bobo took his pipe and sucked a sizzling mouthful: "Slaid, which route should we choose? But no matter which one I choose, I still recommend not to divide the troops."

The maze of green plants shows that beautiful scenery on the earth. Here, it is the green hell.

Don’t say that as a chimpanzee, he should have an affinity for nature. Bobo was born in a circus since childhood. The thing he was most intimate at that time might be the iron cage.

"I know, let Xingsha Smell first, which direction is Lucifer's slutty." Su Ming stood in front of the porch of the mysterious house, but he did not rush to choose the direction. At this time, the mysterious house was already in a maze and could be said to be surrounded.

There are roads in all directions, but they are not simple roads, but choices of the direction of fate.

Here, abstract concepts are revealed. People often say that the long river of time, the trajectory of fate, and the journey of mind are all abstract statements.

These plant walls are actually not walls, but some kind of "restrictive" manifestation.

"Furo, Lucifer is indeed quite sexy, but it should not be as obvious as a fox." Constantine exhaled a mouthful of smoke and smiled and continued the cold joke, but she still took out the black hair from her windbreaker pocket and said: "Let your parasitic pet smell this and see your luck."

Lucifer's feathers that had fallen off a long time ago probably had a bit of his breath?

"I've smelled it before." The black bean sprouts emerged from the shoulders of Deathkill, and the little head slowly rotated like a radar or a sunflower. Su Ming signaled Zhakang to take the curly hair away: "If you put it away, it's better to put it in a mosaic, as this hair is too easy to misunderstand."

"Yeah."

The symbiont does not like being called a parasite, but it is not the time to bite Constantine to correct him. The strangle responds, its sense of smell is invalid here, because no matter which direction, it is full of the smell of Lucifer.

Too easy to identify, it is a mixture of the highest level of wine and perfume, the breath of heaven and hell, and the smell of a large number of secretions from men and women.

The smell of heaven smells like sunshine, breeze, and flowers are mixed together; while the smell of hell is classic sulfur and blood.

Both of these odors are complex, but have great depth and recognition.

"Strike said that the smell of Lucifer is everywhere. We can only confirm that he is indeed in the garden, but where it is, we have to think about it..." Death Knell translated the 'Ying' word. There is no way. Even if he can speak, it doesn't usually say it.
Chapter completed!