The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

"Stop wasting time." Yang Le interrupted the smug Constantine. "I've already paid, Constantine. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

"Yang Le..." Diana looked at Yang Le with a face full of guilt. When she learned that Constantine would help, Diana was indeed very happy, but at the same time, she immediately realized that Constantine was a profit-seeking guy, and Yang Le must have paid a considerable price to get this guy to take action.

"We are just friends, you don't have to pay so much for me." Diana reached out and took Yang Le's arm, making him look at her.

"If a friend isn't worth it, I don't know what kind of person in your heart can pay for you." Yang Le of the Asa Protoss was straightforward, his eyes aggressively shining on Diana's face.

Diana looked at the scorching gaze like the sun, and the iron-hard heart had a little wavering. A feeling called shyness appeared in her heart again after thousands of years.

Diana is not a block of wood. On the contrary, she had already been in love when she was on Paradise Island. However, in all her love relationships so far, Diana has always been the dominant party. This is not only because of her personality, but also because of her strength.

So she only had this feeling today when she first fell in love with an Amazon girl thousands of years ago. She had almost forgotten this feeling for so long.

(This world view uses the setting that Paradise Island sends a new Wonder Woman to the island to promote great love every once in a while, so there is no air force landing on Paradise Island. Diana's love experience is limited to the Amazonians before leaving the island.)

Diana knew very well that she should have developed some thoughts about Yang Le that went beyond companionship. In her opinion, Yang Le should also be the same, otherwise the other party would not have done so much for her. However, Diana was not prepared to make it clear. She calmed down. Whether that feeling is love or not, now is not a good opportunity to continue.

When everything is done, maybe she will indeed have this May-December romance that is thousands of years apart, but not now.

Diana's gradually softening eyes became firm again. Before she could speak, Constantine spoke first.

"Okay, Jack and Rose, don't heat up your love in my small room of a dozen square meters." Constantine waved his hand, driving the two away.

"You are standing in the center of the room, and I can't draw the magic circle. Please make way."

Ignoring Constantine's teasing, Yang Le and Diana, with normal expressions, gave way to the center of the room and stood in the corner, ready to watch Constantine show his power.

Seeing Wonder Woman walking over, Zatanna excitedly pulled her over and whispered, "I didn't see it, so you are that kind of relationship?"

Diana knew what Zatanna was thinking when she saw her expression, which made her feel helpless. She said to the latter, "No, our relationship is not what you think."

Seeing Wonder Woman's refusal, Zatanna was about to ask a question, but was interrupted by Yang Le.

"Shut up, Constantine is about to cast a spell. You are also a magician, why don't you have any reverence for magic?"

Zatanna's face collapsed. Yang Le's words reminded her of her father. This man, who was cultivated by a traditional magic family, was very serious and cautious about magic, and he scolded her a lot when she was studying.

Ignoring the resentful Zatanna, Yang Le refocused his attention on Constantine. This person didn't know where he got a small wine pot. He opened the lid and tilted the wine pot slightly, and a viscous dark red liquid was poured out.

As the liquid flowed out, Constantine began to draw circles around the house. In the blink of an eye, a red circle was drawn by him. Stopping, as Constantine's arm moved, a pentagram was drawn in the circle.

With the appearance of the pentagram, the magic circle took shape. Constantine flicked his hand and the wine pot was smashed in the center of the magic circle, and the cautious liquid inside also flowed out. What was surprising was that the liquid that flowed out of the wine pot later did not mix with the liquid that formed the magic circle.

The liquid that formed the magic circle was like wax oil that had been left for a while, and it solidified. Seeing this, Constantine stretched out his right hand and made a gesture, and then muttered something.

As Constantine chanted, the magic circle on the ground became brighter and brighter. The dark red liquid in the center of the magic circle seemed to come alive, gradually spreading from a small puddle to the entire magic circle, and then began to surge, as if there was a puddle in front of everyone.

Constantine stopped chanting, and the pool of red liquid began to bubble, and finally a uniquely shaped monster emerged from it.

The upper body of this monster is dark red, with four arms, each of which is engraved with obscure symbols and words. Its head does not have goat horns like traditional demons, but is surrounded by a circle of black mane. The lower body has a body like a beast, and there is a bone tail behind its butt.

In general, it is not terrible, far worse than the little devil Constantine used for testing before. Zatanna, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief. She thought something terrible would come out.

"I was wondering who was so stingy." The demon spoke, its voice like it was made by a throat branded by a soldering iron, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Using the material for drawing summoning magic circles as a sacrifice, you are really something, Constantine. You have once again refreshed my understanding of human beings."

"Stop talking nonsense." Constantine took out a cigarette, looking extremely arrogant. "I used the blood of your mortal enemy, tell me if you like it or not, don't put on that unsatisfied look."

The demon narrowed its eyes and said slowly, "Your temper is very hot today, but it's okay, bathing in the blood of an enemy makes me feel better than going to bed, so I won't bother with you."

Constantine seemed to have heard a funny joke. He lowered his head and laughed a few times. When the demon was curious, he slapped it in the face, directly hitting the demon's face.

The demon didn't expect Constantine to suddenly attack, not only was beaten, but was even stunned in place. It took a few seconds to react.

The blood under its feet was churning, and the demon's body began to gradually grow larger, and its voice was different, as if hundreds of different creatures were speaking at the same time.

"I think you are tired of living, Constantine. I will tear off your leopard skin and use it as a belt, and tear off your butt and use it as a vase!"

Constantine didn't care at all, still holding the unlit cigarette, raised the right hand that slapped the demon, and said casually.

"Look clearly, how dare you talk to your dad like that?"