Chapter 689 Will the electronic wizard dream of virtual fraud?

  When Casillas, who had returned from the jungle, walked out of the portal, he looked at the Ma Pingchuan in front of him for a few seconds.

   Then he backed away, ready to draw another one.

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

  The expressionless dark guide took a closer look at the open space in front of him, and after comparing it with his memory, he reacted.

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

   After pouting his **** on the ground for a long time, Casillas found a sign hidden by grass.

   "Strange? Red-robed mage?"

After discovering the traces of the magical battle left on the scene, Casillas automatically made up a scene where a tall man with a cold look was cutting melons and vegetables and generally defeated all of his men. After the incident, the other party was very arrogant to give him. Tactics.

  Okay, Gu Yi, I haven't gone to trouble with you yet, so you should come and trouble me first, right?

   Only felt that Wuming Xiehuo kept jumping up, Uncle Ba decisively dialed a cross-dimensional call, ready to borrow some strength.

  Naturally, Domam doesn’t matter. He borrowed this power casually, but he still warned Uncle Ba, telling him that the power is not free. If you borrow the power today, you will have to pay it back tomorrow.

   "Wait until I defeat Gu Yi, I will personally offer this planet!"

  With the blessing of dark power, the dark circles under his eyes have become deeper and deeper, and Casillas, who has begun to extend his veins to the surroundings, embarks on his own journey of revenge.

  At this time, Strange, whose hands were abolished, didn't know that there was a guy who wanted to pull himself out, and he was still running around to heal his hands.

Since the car accident turned into a useless person, Strange himself has become more and more decadent, his face is not shaved, his clothes are not washed, he sold the house and car, and spent a lot of money, but his hands are still the same. Parkinson's look.

  Fortunately, at such a difficult time, he still has a confidante to accompany him. The other party not only does not dislike him, but also said that if he is not cured, I will support you for the rest of my life!

As a straight man of steel, Strange immediately said that it is impossible. I will not eat soft food when I die. What can the doctor sister say, I can only tell him that his door is open for you at any time, and you want to live. How long does it take.

  If it were before the change, maybe Strange would really agree. After all, the female doctor and herself are a match made in heaven, but now they have no job, no social insurance, or disabled, how can they be worthy of someone else?

In order to heal his arm, Strange also took a trip to Stark Industries and Atlas to see if there was any machinery that could help him, but the reply was that since these hands are all useless, he would simply ampute his limbs. Of mechanical prostheses! Order now can give you 20% off!

  Even the staff intimately introduced Strange to the customized package of mechanical prostheses, such as a set of surgical tools hidden in the arm, from saws to suture needles, and even comes with a disinfection function.

  However, Strange still refused. In his opinion, no tool can compare to his own hand!

  But Strange didn't get anything for nothing. In the lobby of Atlas, he also got a Nepalese propaganda brochure, which stated that the monks of Kama Taj were proficient in various intractable diseases.

   So Strange was like grabbing the last straw, and could not wait to fly to Kama Taj.

  After he got off the plane, he smelled the moist air with the smell of snow blowing from the Himalayas, and felt that the whole person seemed to relax a little, and then he took the airport bus to go to the city to find the legendary monks.

  After entering the city, he was more like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, watching the glittering golden monk robots on the street and the herdsmen running around on the airships from ear to ear.

   "Is this monk punk?"

   asked all the way, entered various temples, burning incense and so on, but he did not see any of the monks who are said to be able to cure intractable diseases.

   Strange, who was only disappointed, found a seemingly ordinary threshold, and was ready to sit down and eat bread to regain his strength.

  And not long after he had just sat down, the door behind him opened suddenly, and a fat man with a stubborn back came out.

   "No sitting here, go!"

  Strange, who has not yet sat on the hot butt, suddenly became angry. At any rate, he is also a face and face in New York. How can he be rushed here like a beggar?

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

   "Hey, kid! Believe it or not, I'll pump you!" The fat man rolled up his sleeves and threatened with his punching fist.

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

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

   "Are all the people in Kamandude a triad?"

  Strange, who had not healed his old injuries and added new ones, struggled to get up, preparing to leave this ghost place, but as soon as he turned his head, he was stopped by a black man.

   "You are looking for Kama Taj?"

   "Yes, you know that place?"

   "You have just arrived!"

   Mordu held back his smile, he was watching when the king threw Strange out, but he did not stand up.

   "You said that's there? Isn't that the nest of the underworld?"

"Pay attention to your words, Kama Taj is a sacred place. As for driving you, it is because you sit at the door and affect others' travel!" Mordow frowned, but looking at the other side's pitiful appearance, he still took Strange entered the door.

   "Hey, boy, why are you again?" Seeing Strange appeared again, the king who was sweeping the floor planned to come over and show the other side the muscles he had worked so hard for many years.

   "Well, king, don't scare him, is the Supreme Mage still there?"

   "The Supreme Master is in his living room!"

   "Then I'll take him over!" Mordu nodded, then tilted his head at Strange and motioned to the other party to follow him.

   "Your cleaner is too temperamental!" Strange, who followed Mo Du, glanced at Wang and couldn't help complaining.

"Wang is not a cleaner, he is also a mage! Okay, we are here. By the way, remind you that it is too late to regret now! Because what you see inside will completely subvert 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 pushed open the door decisively 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, so what kind of wizard made his room like this?

  Is this a liar's nest?

  　 go to bed early every day, start!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)