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Strange looked at Mordo. In his impression, this black man was as broad and gentle as a living saint.

He didn't understand why this guy suddenly said such unqualified words, as if someone had taken away his fucking body.

"Stop looking, haven't you seen that Lan Qi? He is missing one hand and can open the portal without a hanging ring. You will never tell me that you white people are all soft-footed shrimps. As long as you encounter A little bit of frustration will turn you into a hippie, right?”

What Mordo mocked was quite good, at least he didn't say anything like Mazefak.

But Strange still didn't understand why Mordo suddenly changed his temper. Logically speaking, these magicians should be emotionally stable guys.

As for those who were emotionally unstable, they should have gone to Dormammu's side long ago.

"Hey, it's really hurtful to talk like this. I'm just making slow progress. Do you know what I've achieved outside?"

"Double doctorates in philosophy and medicine? God, don't you understand that this world is different from the world you knew before?

Can philosophy explain the power of the spirit? Even the medical science you believe in has sentenced you to death. Now can you abandon all illusions and practice your own magic honestly?

To be honest, even if I spend all my time going to the toilet these days, I'm still much better than you are showing me right now. "

Modo looked at Strange sincerely, not caring at all about the other person's increasingly livid face.

"Teacher Modu, I have some questions that I need to ask you for advice."

Kaecilius stood respectfully behind Mordu, and did not dare to speak until he finished scolding Strange.

Modu glanced at the other party's gloomy expression and sighed imperceptibly.

"Yes, of course you have some questions and you want to ask me for advice."

Modu really couldn't be harsh with this obsessed man. He worked hard enough and even developed his mortal body to the extreme.

But there will come a time when the human and material resources in this world will be exhausted.

Life is not a literary work, and it does not have so many exaggerated rhetorical techniques to describe loneliness.

And a person's loneliness is just a passerby on the street without a smile.

Kaecilius looked at Mordo, and he felt that the teacher seemed to be different.

If I had to say what happened, it was that the mentor seemed to be more alive, as if some burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

I have to say that his guess was correct. Before Mordo saw Steve, he could have been called persecution delusion.

In his sight, there are forces everywhere outside the earth that can destroy the earth at will.

But it was different now. He was surprised to find that there seemed to be power on earth that could destroy the universe.

If you have to make a comparison, Modu is now equivalent to the rabbit who just developed mushroom eggs.

Although the situation is still bad, at least he dares to act like a gangster.

"Teacher, is there really no way to resurrect a lover in this world?"

Kaecilius's mood was very low, and Mordo looked at him.

"I borrowed your body to meet that guy named Steve and tell me how you feel about that guy."

"It's very powerful, like a star that won't go out."

"Yes, he is as powerful as a star that will not go out. Do you think he can resurrect his dead lover?"

Mordo asked two questions, and Kaecilius was stunned.

Can Steve resurrect his lover?

Obviously it can't be done, because if it could be done, he wouldn't be without a lover by his side.

He couldn't even let time go back even a step, because Paige was still lying in the hospital in New York.

"But·····"

Kaecilius wanted to say something more, but Mordo reached out and patted his shoulder.

"Even for people like him, there are times when you can't beat the rules. I want to say don't be too harsh on yourself. Look, that white man even thinks he is a genius just by getting his hands back to normal."

Kaecilius turned to look at Strange and shook his head with unusual determination.

"I am different from this kind of clown."

···········

It's been a week since Steve returned to his farm.

His main thing during this time was to attend various drinking parties to let those damn politicians know that he would not kill people randomly.

Of course, dear General Ross has retired.

The procedure went through quickly, and everyone gave him the green light along the way.

Afraid that he would not be able to complete his retirement procedures within an hour, Steve would just tear up his American passport.

Steve even pointed out the old guy's dirty hands a few times during his tenure.

Although this matter has not been confirmed, with Steve's endorsement, I believe that General Ross's political opponents will give him a bleak old age.

The current configuration of Sickle Farm can be said to be luxurious.

Richard has fully adapted to life on the farm. Wearing a cowboy hat and long leather leggings, he looks like a black man who owns land for the first time.

Steve was very satisfied with this, he finally did what he wanted to do.

"Hey, old man, we haven't gone out to have fun for a while. You know, the girls on the old street have changed several times."

"My respected Mr. John, although I have always known that your crotch is as bad as some people who had a good life in childhood. But I still have to remind you that in name, you are the dean of students at San Diego Middle School.

Although I did not buy you a pension insurance, nor do I plan to give you a pension. But you get your fucking salary from me every month, so you’d better not have your photos taken and posted on p-sites.

Otherwise, I will definitely make your butt and your Winchester the number one searched term on site p in the next three months. "

The latter's anus tightened upon hearing this, and he immediately began to defend himself.

"Oh, no, no, no, my friend. I don't go to romantic places for my own sake. I am afraid that the girls in our school will be bullied.

You know, those little boys who love nothing more than taking girls to bars, drinking cheap alcohol and then finding a cheap hotel. "

"Huh? Is this why you record drinking in the school account? Although I didn't come here for this matter, Steve, the old guy actually recorded all the money he paid for calling his sister outside in the school account superior."

Stark, who came from afar, gave Old John a touch-up.

"Where's Bucky? Why isn't he on the farm?"

Stark skillfully found a stool and sat down and asked.

Steve reached out and poured him a large glass of beer. "I don't know, someone seemed to have given him a list. He should be quite busy now."

"Really? But honestly, it's better to be busy."