American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Strange had just finished practicing teleportation magic and was wondering why the magic hadn't worked. Was it because his mind wasn't stable, or was his posture incorrect?

The mages who were gossiping behind his back made him even more uncomfortable.

He didn't expect that as he was walking, something would suddenly appear in his mouth. He subconsciously blew on it, making a sound.

Ba~

Then, he saw a red bird fly out of the trumpet.

The little bird looked particularly angry. As soon as it came out, it flapped its wings and charged straight ahead. Everyone only felt a flash of red light before their eyes. The next moment, the little bird disappeared into the wall.

"Tsk tsk......"

Holding a cigarette, Constantine walked over and patted the wall, finding it smooth and without any signs of impact.

"An illusion?"

"It's not that simple!"

Strange was still dumbfounded. Li Ang casually took the small trumpet out of his mouth and smiled.

"The previous demonstration was just to show you how to use it. Now, use this trumpet to blow at Strange and see what happens......"

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Constantine thought it was fun. He took the trumpet Li Ang handed him and aimed it at Strange's... below?

Covering his crotch with both hands, Strange was furious.

"Constantine, what are you aiming at?!"

But he was too naive, thinking he could dodge by turning to the side. As a result, Constantine grinned and blew directly at his butt.

Ba~

The angry red bird appeared again. Strange couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the body.

Whoosh—

Slap, slap, slap, he frantically patted his body, but the little bird seemed to be a phantom and entered his body.

Strange was so angry. He had just clenched his fist when he suddenly felt his body sway, and a huge sound echoed in his mind. The voice seemed to be calling... Anya?

"This power looks pretty good. Look at him, even his eyes are rolling back."

Somewhat enamored with the trumpet, Constantine suggested.

"Why don't you make a few more of these interesting things? When the time comes, the three of us can blow them side by side. Who would be a match for us?"

"How could that work? Gifts should be unique. If you want, I'll give you a flute someday!"

Li Ang was very insistent on gifts, and he refused very decisively.

"Never mind then. The elegant art of playing the flute is too difficult."

Quickly refusing, Constantine pointed to Strange and recommended.

"I think Strange is pretty good. I'll take him to a bar someday and let him learn this tradition from the masters!"

"......"

Having finally recovered from the influence of the sound, Strange heard the words 'playing the flute' and his face darkened. He snorted heavily, deciding to stay away from these two bastards.

"Hey? Why are you guys grabbing me? Let go!"

Li Ang and Constantine grabbed one of his arms each, and Strange's heart skipped a beat.

What are they doing? What is this? This is Kamar-Taj!

"Let go of what? Listen to me, I found a good place last night......"

Seeing Constantine speaking mysteriously, Strange's curiosity was greatly aroused, and he subconsciously asked.

"What place?"

As soon as he said it, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Damn it, why did you have to say anything?

Sure enough, Li Ang took out a mobile phone and secretly stretched it out in front of him.

There were some very 'healthy dynamic pictures' on it, firmly attracting Strange's attention.

His face turned red, and he tried to turn his face away. Constantine chuckled.

"Strange, my good brother, I can tell at a glance that it's been a long time since you've had any of that!"

Putting his arm around his shoulder, Constantine smiled lewdly.

But Strange absolutely refused to admit this.

He immediately shook his head, puffing out his chest muscles fiercely, acting like he was a popular guy who never lacked women.

"Stop pretending. With those trembling hands of yours, can you even hold a woman's waist steady?"

Li Ang's casual remark gave him a heavy blow.

Pain, this sentence was so freaking painful.

Although it was much better than before, his hands still trembled.

Especially in the period right after the surgery, his hands trembled so much that he would spill half a cup of water even when trying to hold it. Miserable, it was really too miserable.

So, in order to urgently find a way to treat his hands, he was already annoyed enough, so how could he have time to find a woman?

"So, Strange, do you know why you can't open the portal yet?"

Looking at his expression, Constantine pretended to sigh, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped.

Why?

Strange also really wanted to know the answer.

Could there be some secret here?

His expression immediately became serious, and he asked in a low voice.

"Constantine, tell me!"

"You have too many negative emotions accumulated in your heart. Now, you need to release them."

Putting on an expert face, Constantine patted him on the shoulder.

"Ahem... I happen to know such a place. How about it? Want to go for a stroll together?"

"Uh... what is that for?"

Strange had his own principles. Just kidding, was he the kind of person who could go anywhere?

"That place, it's just that kind of place!"

Waving his phone, Li Ang showed a "you know" smirk.

Strange thought about it carefully. Although he felt that Constantine must be talking nonsense, he had indeed been too stressed during this time.

So, find a place to relax?

Maybe, really, possibly, it would......

"Then we......"

The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling, and took a step forward together.

Whoosh!

"Ah!"

"Ooh!"

"Sh*t!"

Some bastard suddenly opened a portal on the ground, teleporting the three of them to a peak in the Himalayas, and also locking the space here, preventing them from activating teleportation magic.

Whoosh—

Goose feather-like snow fell unreasonably, hitting them in the face, and the cold wind made the three of them shiver.

"Damn it, which shameless guy did such a despicable thing?"

Standing up from the ground, Li Ang cursed at the sky, spewing colorful language.

"I'm freezing to death!"

His cigarette fell to the ground, Constantine rubbed his hands, and his fiery mood instantly turned icy cold.

"Where is this? I knew I shouldn't have been with you two bastards!"

Strange was full of regret. You two bastards, you've implicated me!

Watching the three people shouting on the mountain peak, the Ancient One stood quietly in the Mirror Dimension and snorted coldly.

"If Strange can't learn teleportation magic, none of you should think about coming back!"

With a flip of her right hand, a pink trumpet appeared in her hand. She casually tossed it upwards, and the trumpet rolled and fell into a small portal.

Then, on the other side of the world, a small hand happened to reach out to the sky above a baby crib.

When she retracted her arm, a pink trumpet had appeared in her hand.

Her big eyes were full of curiosity, and the baby giggled and shouted loudly.

"Anya!"