Chapter 274, Please go out.
"Tell me, Mr. Strange, have you ever seen these things in the gift shop?" Looking at Stephen Strange who was slumped on the ground, breathing heavily and in shock, Master Gu Yi also asked with a faint smile.
Stephen Strange recalled what he had just seen, and then looked at the Ancient Master in front of him. At this time, he already knew how shallow his previous thoughts were.
He no longer sat paralyzed on the ground, but turned over and knelt down, and sincerely asked Master Ancient One: "Please teach me!"
After hearing Stephen Strange's sincere request, Master Ancient One also drank. He took a sip of tea and said calmly: "I refuse."
"Master Modo, please send this guest out." After saying this to Master Modo, Master Gu Yi put down the tea cup and walked out of the tea room without looking back. A glance at Stephen Strange, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"Let's go, Mr. Strange, the door is over here." Watching Master Ancient One disappear at the door, Master Modo also walked to Stephen Strange and reminded him.
Stephen Strange stared blankly at the door where the Ancient Master left, as if he was still a little unresponsive.
"Mr. Strange?" Master Modo called again, raising his voice a little higher.
Looking at Stephen Strange who didn't respond at all to his shouts, Master Modo was also a little confused in his heart. Master Gu Yi had obviously sent his spirit body back into his body, so why was he still so absent-minded? reaction.
The second Master Modo was slightly confused, Stephen Strange's slender body jumped up from the ground like a spring, and then rushed towards the door where Master Gu Yi left. past.
He couldn't accept that he had gone through so much trouble to get here. After seeing the hope of healing his hands, he was refused treatment, and he went back in despair.
He could not allow hope to slip away from him again, nor could he accept that his hands would be riddled with holes and trembling like this for the rest of his life.
Mage Modo did not expect Stephen Strange to jump as fiercely as a spring, but he quickly reacted, jumped up briskly and directly crossed a few meters away, suppressing Stephen Strange. shoulder to stop his behavior.
"This is very impolite behavior, Mr. Strange." Master Modo grabbed Stephen Strange by the back collar with a serious face and forced him towards the door on the other side.
"No! Give me a chance, I don't want to leave! Please! Give me a chance!" "
I apologize for my rudeness and recklessness just now. Please don't drive me away. This is the only place where I can heal my hands. I hope, please!"
Stephen Strange shouted and struggled. He tried to hook his feet on the pillars or tables, but it was of no use. These pillars and tables were as slippery as butter. Sliding away doesn't produce any friction.
This abnormality made him realize that this must be the damn magic at work. He now believed in these things, but he still had to be thrown out.
Mage Modo is very strong, dragging the tall Stephen Strange without any effort at all.
It didn't take long for him to pull Stephen Strange to the door.
These two simple wooden doors seemed to have their own consciousness, opening automatically when Master Modo approached.
Looking at the open door, Master Modo also
threw Stephen Strange out, just like throwing out a bag of garbage.
Stephen Strange rolled twice on the ground at the door, then hurriedly got up again, trying to run in before the door was closed.
But just when he was about to cross the threshold, the two quaint wooden doors suddenly closed, and the clever force just hit the tip of his nose, which made him feel sore and he squatted down directly covering his nose.
After doing this, Stephen Strange also understood that even the two wooden doors of Kama Taj were magic items with their own ideas.
The reason why he came to this conclusion was that the timing and strength of closing the two wooden doors were so clever. Closing them one second earlier or closing them one second later would not be able to achieve this effect. If he had used more force, he would have been knocked out directly. Nose bleeds, and he doesn't feel anything if he has less strength.
"You can't do this to me, I have nowhere to go, I have nothing." Stephen Strange covered his nose and leaned against the wooden door, murmuring in a low voice in despair.
Seeing the pedestrians coming and going looking at him strangely, Stephen Strange also turned around and lay directly at the door of Kama Taj.
At this point, he was no longer embarrassed, and he decided to implement this strategy like a rogue. As long as Kamal Taj didn't open the door for him and let him in, he would squat at the door and lie down at the door, nowhere to go. Go ahead and just stay there shamelessly.
After lying like this for a while, he would knock on the door again and shout a few words in a hoarse voice.
Just like setting an alarm clock, he would remind the people inside of him of his existence over and over again.
"Open the door, please open the door," Stephen Strange reached out and knocked on the wooden door again and shouted.
After shouting a few words, he put down his hand again and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
In a few minutes he would do it again, and as long as he was here he would never stop.
Four or five hours later, Stephen Strange had fallen asleep at the door and woke up again. He was banging his knee against the door, and then he was still shouting soullessly: "Open the door. Let me in, please let me in."
He was a little tired from hitting with his hands, so he switched to hitting with his knees. Anyway, as long as he can make some noise, even with his butt.
The people on the street seemed to have accepted his presence during these hours and knew that he would always be here, and they made strange shouts in an unintelligible language.
Some enthusiastic people saw that his voice was torn apart from shouting and felt that he was pitiful, so they gave him a bowl of water.
There were also children who ran over to take a look out of curiosity. They seemed to have never seen a person with an unkempt beard and unkempt face like him. They also brought him some dry and hard steamed buns for him to eat.
After his accident, the people who flattered him before and seemed to have a good relationship with him have gradually sorted him out, making him fully realize what is called warmth and warmth.
The enthusiastic actions of these people not only warmed Stephen Strange's heart, but also gave him the energy to continue shouting and banging on the wooden door.
(End of chapter)