"Emmmm..."
Looking at the completely sealed space not far away, Fang Mo fell into thought, his expression as complicated as buying an expensive Fiji cup only to find it had no hole.
"This..."
In fact, Fang Mo was not the only one stunned. Even Strange was dumbfounded when he saw this.
Honestly, he had not expected things to turn out like this either. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid the Dimensional Demon God before him would lose it and get angry, so for a moment, he had no idea what to do.
"You trusted her too much."
At the critical moment, Nick Fury spoke up. "Women like that are just sweet-talkers. She doesn't have you in her heart."
"Could you stop using your Turtle Man tactics on me?"
After hearing Fury's spiel, Fang Mo finally came back to his senses and miserably wiped his face. "I just thought she was too pitiful, so I wanted to comfort her. Who knew that vicious woman would be so ungrateful..."
"You know how to comfort people?"
Strange looked at him in surprise.
"Of course."
Fang Mo snapped irritably. "I've witnessed too much sorrow and pain, and I empathize with it. Honestly, I might be the best person here at comforting others..."
"People who have experienced grief are often good at comforting others?"
Nick Fury said, "That sounds strangely familiar. Like how the horniest people on the internet have never had a sex life..."
"Bastard! Don't insult my group friends!"
Fang Mo immediately retorted, then could not help rubbing his forehead. "Sigh, fine. I get it now. Pitiful people must have something hateful about them. The next time I catch Wanda, I'll give her son to the Priest right in front of her."
"You disgusting Copper-refining Dimensional Demon God!"
Strange instantly