Chapter 689

When Casillas came out of the portal after returning from the wild, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.

Then he went back and prepared to draw a new one.

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

The expressionless dark guide looked carefully at the open space in front of him and compared it with his memory.

Where's my house? What about such a big family? Why not!

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

"Strange? Red robed mage? "

After discovering the magic battle traces left at the scene, Casillas automatically made up a scene in which a tall man with a cold look usually defeated all his men when cutting melons and vegetables. After that, the other party arrogantly gave him tactics.

OK, Gu Yi, you'll find something for me before I get into trouble with you, right?

Uncle Ba, who felt the nameless evil fire jumping up, decisively dialed a cross-dimensional phone and was ready to borrow some more strength.

Domam naturally doesn't care. He borrowed this power casually, but it still warned uncle Ba that the power is not free. If you borrow the power today, you have to pay it back tomorrow.

"When I defeat Gu Yi, I will offer this planet myself!"

With the blessing of the dark forces, the dark circles became deeper and deeper. Casillas, who had begun to extend around along the vein, embarked on his journey of revenge.

At this time, strange, whose hands were abandoned, didn't know that there was a guy who wanted to pull his skin and tendons. Now he is still running around to cure his hands.

Since he became a disabled person in a car accident, strange himself became more and more decadent. He didn't shave his face and wash his clothes. He sold his house and car and spent a lot of money. As a result, his hands were still like Parkinson's.

Fortunately, at such a difficult time, he still has a confidant with him. The other party not only doesn't dislike him, but also says that if it can't be cured, I'll keep you for a lifetime!

As a straight man of steel, strange immediately said that it was impossible. I wouldn't eat soft food if I died. What else can the little sister of the doctor say? She can only tell him that her door is open for you at any time. You can live as long as you want.

If it had been before, maybe strange would have agreed. After all, the female doctor and herself are a natural couple, but now they have no job, social security and disability. How can they deserve others?

In order to cure the arm, strange also went to stark industry and atlas to see what machinery could help him. However, the reply was that since both hands were useless, he might as well amputate and install the latest mechanical prosthesis! We can give you a 20% discount on the order now!

Even the staff kindly introduced the customized package of mechanical prosthesis to strange, such as a complete set of surgical tools hidden in the arm, from saws to stitches for suture, and even its own disinfection function.

However, strange refused. In his opinion, no tool is better than his own hand!

But trange didn't get nothing. In the hall of atlas, he also got a Nepal brochure, which said that the monks of Kamata Taj were proficient in all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

So strange just grabbed the last straw and couldn't wait to fly to camataj.

After he got off the plane, he smelled the wet air with the smell of snow from the Himalayas. He felt that the whole person seemed to be relaxed. Then he took the airport bus to go to the city to find the legendary monks.

After entering the urban area, he was more like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, watching all kinds of glittering monk robots and herdsmen running around in airships.

"Is this monk Punk?"

He asked around all the way and went into all kinds of temples. Incense and other things were burned endlessly, but he didn't see any monks who were said to be able to cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

Feeling disappointed, strange casually found a very ordinary threshold and was ready to sit down and eat bread to recover his strength.

Not long after he sat down, the door behind him burst open, and then a fat man with a tiger back stood out.

"Don't sit here. Go!"

Before his ass was hot, strange suddenly became angry. At least he was a famous figure in New York. How could he be driven around here like a beggar?

"I won't go yet. What can you do with me!" With that, strange took out a blanket from his bag and was ready to lie at the door.

"Hey, boy! Believe it or not, I'll smoke you! " The fat man rolled up his sleeves and threatened with a fist as big as a sandbag.

"Come on, don't hit you, you're my grandson!"

Three seconds later, although tall but extremely thin, strange was thrown into the street by the fat man and his luggage.

"Are all the people who fill up Dode triads?"

Strange struggled to get up and leave the ghost place. As soon as he turned his head, he was stopped by a black man.

"Are you looking for Kama Taj?"

"Yes, you know that place?"

"You just arrived!"

Modu endured a smile. Just when Wang threw strange out, he was watching, but he didn't stand up.

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

"Pay attention to your words. Kamata Taj is a sacred place. As for driving you, it's also because you sit at the door and affect other people's travel!" Modu frowned, but looking at each other's pathetic appearance, he took strange into the door.

"Hey, boy, why are you again?" Seeing that strange appeared again, Wang, who was sweeping the floor, planned to come and show each other his muscles that he had worked hard for many years.

"Well, Wang, don't scare him. Is the supreme mage still there?"

"The supreme mage is in his living room!"

"Then I'll take him!" Modu nodded, then tilted his head at strange and signaled him to follow him.

"Your cleaners are too angry!" Strange, who followed modu behind him, took a look at Wang and couldn't help complaining.

"Wang is not a cleaner. He is also a mage! Well, here we are. By the way, remind you that you still have time to regret! Because what you see inside will completely subvert your three views! " Standing at the door of the room, modu turned and looked at strange.

"The only thing I regret is my hand!"

After that, strange resolutely pushed open the door and went in.

Looking at the luxurious modern furniture and a wide range of household appliances in the room, strange felt that his three views had really been subverted. What mage made his room like this?

Isn't this a liar's nest?