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When Casillas, who returned from the jungle, walked out of the portal, he couldn't help being stunned for a few seconds looking at Yimapingchuan in front of him.

Then he stepped back again, ready to draw a new one.

However, this time the other end of the portal is still a familiar scene.

The expressionless dark leader carefully looked at the open space in front of him, and after comparing it with his memory, he finally came to his senses.

What about my house? What about such a big family? Why is it gone!

After poking his ass and pawing on the ground for a long time, Casillas found a sign covered by grass.

"Strange? The red-robed mage?"

After discovering the traces of magic battles left at the scene, Casillas automatically imagined a scene where a tall man with a stern expression chopped melons and vegetables and generally defeated all his subordinates. tactics.

Alright, Gu Yi, you came here to find trouble for me before I troubled you, right?

Uncle Ba, who only felt that the nameless evil fire was going up all the time, decisively dialed the interdimensional phone, preparing to borrow some more strength.

Naturally, Dormammu didn't care, he borrowed this power casually, but it still warned Uncle Ba, telling the other party that power is not free, if you borrow power today, you have to pay it back tomorrow.

"After defeating Ancient One, I will personally offer this planet!"

With the blessing of dark power, the dark circles under his eyes became deeper, and Casillas, who had already begun to extend along the veins to the surroundings, embarked on his own journey of revenge.

At this time, Strange, whose hands were crippled, didn't know that there was already a guy trying to pull out his tendons, and he was still running around to heal his hands.

Ever since he got into a car accident and became a useless person, Strange himself became more and more decadent. He didn't shave his face or wash his clothes. He sold his house and car and spent a lot of money, but in the end he still had the same share. Parkinson's look.

Fortunately, in such a difficult time, he still has a confidante to accompany him, who not only does not dislike him, but also says that if he can't be cured, I will support you for the rest of his life!

As a straight man of steel, Strange immediately said that it was impossible, that I would not eat a soft meal even if I died, and what else could the lady doctor say, she could only tell him that the door of my house is open for you at any time, if you want to live as long as possible.

If it was before, maybe Strange would have agreed. After all, a female doctor and himself are a match made in heaven, but now that he has no job, no social security, and is still disabled, how can he be worthy of others?

In order to heal his arm, Strange also went to Stark Industries and Atlas to see if there was any machine that could help him, but the reply he got was that since his hands are useless, he should simply amputate his limbs and install a new one. Mechanical prosthetics! Order now and get 20% off!

Even the staff kindly introduced to Strange the customized package of mechanical prosthetics, such as a complete set of surgical tools hidden in the arm, ranging from saws to suturing needles and threads, and even has its own disinfection function.

However, Strange still refused. In his opinion, any tool is inferior to his own hands!

But Strange did not get nothing. In the hall of Atlas, he also got a Nepalese brochure, which stated that the monks of Karma Taj were proficient in various intractable diseases.

So Strange, as if grasping the last straw, couldn't wait to fly to Karma Taj.

After he got off the plane, smelling the moist air with the smell of snow blowing from the Himalayas, he felt a little more relaxed, and then he took the airport bus and prepared to go to the city to find those legendary monks.

After entering the urban area, he was more like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, looking at all kinds of glittering monk robots on the street and the herdsmen running around on airships, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is this Monk Punk?"

He asked around all the way, entered various temples, burned incense and so on, but he didn't see any monks who were said to be able to cure intractable diseases.

Feeling so disappointed, Strange randomly found an ordinary-looking threshold, and was about to sit down and eat some bread to recover his strength.

And not long after he sat down, the door behind him opened suddenly, and then a fat man with a thick back and waist stood up.

"No sitting here, hurry up!"

Strange, whose buttocks were still hot, suddenly became furious. After all, he was a respectable figure in New York, so why was he being chased here and there like a beggar?

"I'm not leaving yet, what can you do with me!" Strange said, taking out a blanket from his bag, and was about to lie down by the door.

"Hey, kid! Believe it or not, I'll slap you!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and threatened with his fist the size of a sandbag.

"Come on, if I don't hit you, you are my grandson!"

Three seconds later, Strange, who was tall but extremely thin, was thrown onto the street by the fat man, along with his luggage.

"Are all the people in Kamadudu gangsters?"

Strange, who had not healed his old wounds yet had new ones, struggled to get up, and was about to leave this ghostly place, but when he turned his head, he was stopped by a black man.

"Are you looking for Karma Taj?"

"Yes, you know that place?"

"You just arrived!"

Modu held back his smile, he was watching when the king threw Strange out just now, but he didn't stand up in a daze.

"That's where you said? Isn't that the gangster's lair?"

"Pay attention to your words. Karma Taj is a sacred place. As for driving you away, it is because you are sitting at the door and affecting other people's travel!" Modu frowned, but seeing the other party's pitiful appearance, he still took Followed Strange through the gate.

"Hey, kid, why is it you again?" Seeing Strange appearing again, Wang who was sweeping the floor planned to come over to show him the muscles he had trained so hard for many years.

"Okay, Wang, don't scare him, is the Supreme Master still there?"

"The supreme mage is in his living room!"

"Then I'll take him there!" Mordo nodded, then tilted his head at Strange, motioning him to follow him.

"Your cleaners are too tempered!" Strange, who was following Modu, glanced at Wang and couldn't help complaining.

"Wang is not a cleaner, he is also a mage! Well, we are here, by the way, remind you, it is too late for you to regret it! Because what you see inside will completely change your three views!" Standing in the room At the door, Mordo turned to look at Strange.

"The only thing I regret is my hands!"

After all, Strange decisively pushed open the door and walked in.

Looking at the luxurious modern furniture and the dazzling array of household appliances in the room, Strange felt that his three views had really been subverted. Then what kind of mage made his room like this?

Could this be the lair of liars?

Go to bed early every day, start!