But.
She slowly realized.
The threads were not weaving clothes.
Instead, they bound her into a shameful posture…
"Li… what are you doing?" Wanda's big watery eyes looked at Ye Li with confusion.
Hu~
Ye Li floated slowly before her, his fingernail gently lifting her pointed chin, teasing as he said.
"You've been tricked by me, Wanda. I'm here to take revenge for last time~"
"Uu… you tricked me…" At the corner of the girl's eye, a teardrop welled.
But Ye Li didn't soften—sometimes, with a girl, you had to be ruthless…
His finger brushed up her crystalline tear, his face lowering, the tip of his nose about to touch hers, inhaling her faint fragrance~
At the same time, the threads collapsed downward, pressing upon her…
…..
And in the distance.
Clea stared at the scene before her, dumbfounded, "Thi… this… this is…!"
…..
On Earth.
Near the Hong Kong Sanctum.
"843 has vanished...?"
Strange looked up at the sky, unable to process Dormammu's sudden vanishing.
"Could it be he won?"
Mordo's dark face was full of incomprehension.
How could anyone possibly defeat Dormammu… could it be that man had, in such a short time, cultivated his magic beyond even the Ancient One, reaching the pinnacle and matching the level of a God of Sorcery?!
Though the thought was absurd, it was the only explanation that came to him.
"Hard to say..."
Strange frowned slightly, "Ye also hasn't returned. There's the possibility they perished together…"
"It's gone! It's gone! Look, that evil thing is no more!"
"Really! The Divine Dragon Summoner succeeded! He has banished the evil!"
"The alien was driven away! Our Earth's superheroes are truly invincible!!"
Hearing the cheers of the crowd around them.
Strange shook his head somewhat forlornly, "Let's go see the Sanctum. It should be repaired as soon as possible…"
The Ancient One was dead; if something had really happened to Ye Li too, he truly couldn't bear that blow...
…..
Step step step…
When he reached the ruins of the Hong Kong Sanctum.
Strange's eyes suddenly froze———
Because he saw the sorcerer—Wong—lying on a slab of concrete, a rebar spike through his chest, seemingly no longer breathing.
Clearly, he had died while defending the Sanctum.
"No…"
Looking at Wong's hand still tightly clutching a staff.
Strange seemed to see the Ancient One collapsing before him again, and he raised his hands to form mudras, chanting softly, "This time I'll succeed…"
Ka-ka-ka…
With the casting of the spell, the Eye of Agamotto at his chest began to turn, and a green magic circle formed at his wrists and palms———
Wong, under the effect of the Time Stone, rose stiffly as if rewound, slowly sliding free of the steel bar.
The spilled blood on the ground gathered back into his chest, the wound beginning to heal.
Strange, seeing this, showed joy on his face—it was working!
He then increased the power, restoring not just Wong but the ruined Sanctum and all nearby destruction as well.
Mordo frowned at the sight, his face displeased, "You are violating the natural law!"
Strange froze, confused, "I'm saving people, saving everyone."
Mordo, for no apparent reason, continued harshly.
"You still think this is no big deal, right? No consequences. We broke the rules, just like she did, and sooner or later we'll pay the price! It's fated! Karma! I can't go on like this."
With these final words, the black sorcerer turned and walked away.
Leaving Strange utterly baffled, "???" (What's with him?)
He had always tried to treat black men equally, but suddenly today he felt———
Maybe Ye Li was right, some of these guys really were short a screw in their heads.
Their stubborn preaching of their unreasonable views was truly irritating…
…..
In the Divine Kingdom of the World Weaver.
At the center of a vast cosmic web.
A cocoon of threads stood, glowing with starlight like a flowing galaxy.
If not for the sweet, melodious voices echoing faintly from inside, Clea might really have thought this was a cosmic egg birthing the universe…
"Damn it... to ignore me and do this here... completely treating me like I'm not even there..."
Though Clea muttered softly, she still couldn't resist listening carefully to the cocoon, even ignoring the starlight tendrils coiling back up her thigh, letting them climb higher…
And inside the galactic cocoon.
Cheeks like snow, flawless white.
Skin like crystal, smooth as cream.
Glowing softly like jade, supple as polished stone.
Someone was truly indulging to the fullest.
…..
"Li…"
The girl's legs moved like oars, her bright eyes fluttering, her voice tender and moist, "Do you love me~? I've never heard you say it before…"
"Cough… of course…"
Ye Li hadn't expected Wanda to ask this, and answered casually.
Between him and his girlfriends, such matters were usually understood without words—no one had ever asked him so directly.
"How much do you love me?" Wanda seemed to care a lot about this, continuing to press.
'Will she ever stop… could it be because of her upbringing; the little girl is too starved for love?'
Thinking of how Wanda had grown up with no parents, caring for her younger brother, she must truly lack security and affection.
Ye Li then gave a forceful push and said to her tenderly, "So much I can't help myself..."