[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

As long as Sandra wants to, she can have a good relationship with anyone she wants to have a good relationship in a short time.

Just like now.

Perhaps flying is indeed a very happy thing for the two people who have part of the atavistic genes of birds. When they lowered the altitude, the sun began to sink, but the two people who flew continuously at high speed did not feel tired. , This is probably the difference between flying by yourself and flying in an airplane.

Warren is used to long-distance flying, and this time is nothing to him, while Sandra is flying almost by magic, and she will not fly because of flying until her magic power is exhausted. Feeling tired.

However, the sky was getting dark, so the two found a tall and strong tree and fell down one after another. Like a bird, they really picked a branch that was strong enough to stand on.

Although Warren has hollow bones like a bird for flight, the pair of wings on his back require a lot of strong muscles, so in general, he is not light in weight, standing on a branch , Those dense green leaves trembled, startling a group of birds perched among the branches.

And Sandra landed on the branch lightly and delicately like a real bird without causing any waves.After all, although she also has hollow bones, but because she mainly relies on magic to fly, she hasn't had time to develop strong muscles enough to move her wings -- of course, it may be because she is still underage, so she hasn't grown enough yet. Muscular, so with the same wings, she is as light as a feather compared to Warren.

During the flight just now, Warren had already seen that Sandra was not flying on her wings—after all, he was flying entirely on his own wings, so it was easy to tell Sandra away. Did it fly with those wings?

But it was no big deal, he could teach her as well.

"I haven't fully developed in this form, so if I only rely on my own wings to fly, my explosive power and endurance are not as fast as my ability to fly."

Sandra and Tim speculated that it was because she was still a baby in this form, so she didn't grow the muscles needed to flap her wings, but another reason may be because she can rely on magic to fly , so those muscles that haven't fully grown stopped growing after she had the magic power. These speculations are still inconclusive. After all, Sandra's mutation is the only one that can be found.

The other evil bird is not completely similar to her form—at least she is completely different from Sandra in her appearance, and the other [blue bird] who borrowed Sandra's body before is no longer After showing up, there is no way to find other information if they want to get it, so they can only record and fumble by themselves.

"It's getting dark too."

Warren narrowed his eyes, and the cool green of the verdant branches and leaves was reflected in the lake-like soft green eyes, and the spots of light, like broken gold and splashing sparks, fell into his eyes , Swirling and sinking into the deep green.

"Go back now?"

Sandra took out the phone from her body and suddenly realized that four or five hours had passed.She sighed contentedly and leaned lazily on the rough branch, squinting at Warren and asked.

"It's time to go back, otherwise the professor will be nagging."

Even so, Warren imitated Sandra and leaned lazily on the branch, with snow-white wings lowering the brown rough bark, and the mottled reflections cast by the hanging branches and leaves fell on his body and on faces.It was only then that Sandra noticed that after losing the high noon flames, his hair was not the bright golden color like the sun, but a grayish golden color with this cold metallic color. The sun was too bright and warm to make his hair look that warm golden color.

He was leaning on the tree trunk with his arms folded, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly. He looked like a quiet and indifferent angel statue that should have been placed in the church, appearing abruptly and harmoniously under the cover of thick branches and leaves. .

Sandra looked a little dazed, and then she reacted a little too late and replied: "...Then why don't we leave now?"

"Are you really a good baby?"

Warren tilted his head slightly, his handsome and deep face was cut into two by the staggered light and shadow, his lake green eyes turned into a deep dark green pool with fine vortexes, he asked Sandra with a smile.

Sandra touched her chin, but rejected Warren's proposal without hesitation.

"I'm still injured and it's my first day. I don't want to worry my boss."

Sandra touched her belly subconsciously, and a slight pain came from the wound that was used to the painful torture. Although the healing was slow, but fortunately, her body seemed to have gotten used to it after such a long time. Like this kind of pain, she gradually stopped conveying the severe pain to her, and also allowed her nerves, which had been tortured by the pain of the wound for a long time, to temporarily relax and take a breath.

"You are hurt?"

Sandra was acting so normal that Warren didn't know she was still wounded.

"When I was in Manhattan..."

What Sandra said was vague, but she was right.Her injury was indeed left on the day of the battle in Manhattan, but it was not caused by the battle in Manhattan.

But apparently after hearing her words Warren automatically assumed that she had been injured during the brutal battle in Manhattan.After all, although many people participated in the battle after that battle, if a young mutant like her who hadn't fully mastered her own abilities got involved, there was indeed a high chance of being injured.

"What blood type are you?"

Warren stepped lightly on the branch to the branch where Sandra was perched and asked.

Sandra was full of question marks, and seemed to have no idea why Warren was asking herself this question, but she honestly told him her blood type.

"Unfortunately, we are not of the same blood type," Warren looked regretful, his golden-brown eyelashes fluttered, leaving a small shadow like a crow's feather on his lower eyelid, "My blood can heal Others, as long as you have the same blood type as mine, I can give you a blood transfusion to help you heal your wound."

Although Sandra's expression could not be seen, Warren could still feel her shock from her clearly stiff body.

I thought you were an output, but I didn't expect you to be a milk? ? ?Or a first aid milk? ? ? ?

Is this the destiny of our winged race? ? ? ?

Sandra thought carefully about the hawk girl in her own world, and then thought about the hawk boy, and finally found a comforting example, but after thinking about it carefully, the two hawk girls and hawk boys are not wings but wings. It's equipment, and I suddenly feel sad.

She really doesn't want to be a milkman!

"Are you shocked?"

Warren frowned and smiled, his whole body was as beautiful as an angel walking out of those delicate and moist oil paintings.

"I also have the ability to heal others." Sandra seemed to want to touch her nose, but after touching the mask on her face, she put her hand down, shrunk her shoulders and folded her wings, looking quite depressed , "I thought I was an exception... don't we who have wings have to be like angels to heal others..."

"You don't like this ability?"

Warren didn't expect that there were so many similarities between himself and Sandra, but it seemed that this young "mutant" didn't like his abilities very much.

"The responsibility of this ability is too heavy..."

Sandra said with a bit of gratitude like a sigh: "Fortunately, my ability is not purely healing... Otherwise, I might really not be able to stand it."

"I don't want to take on other people's lives."

With great power comes great responsibility. This sentence is best used to describe those with good intentions.

Like Superman, Batman, Iron Man, Spiderman... For them, they shoulder more than just their own lives and responsibilities.Their cities, the kind of people they represent, everything they have, is no longer just for themselves.They can't be presumptuous and can't get out of control, because those things are no longer their own affairs.

Sandra thinks that she is not enough to take on the safety of other people's lives, so this is why she is not very willing to use her own auxiliary magic.

One person's life and responsibilities are already too heavy, not to mention the same heavy fate of other people is also shouldered by oneself.She dreaded the burden, and felt fearful and timid about the responsibilities that were about to fall upon her.

"You don't need to think too deeply," Warren reached out and patted Sandra's shoulder gently, lowering his eyes and said gently, "You just need to think of these things as tasks you have to do Now, just do your best. No one will blame you for the final result."

"But since you're injured, don't stay outside for too long," Warren recalled that before leaving, Jean seemed to have mentioned Sandra's injury to him, so he stopped and continued to take her outside. Blind Bilang's thoughts outside said, "The days to come are still long, I can teach you slowly, you should heal your wounds slowly first."

"It was a pleasure to be with you, Mr. Warren."

Just the pure flying wrestling made Sandra very happy. When flying in the air with Warren, she galloped in the air like a real bird that found a companion, forgetting all the troubles and trifles. All that remains in my mind is the comfort and coolness brought by flying, as well as a sense of belonging to the same kind.

As for the fact that it was already night after returning to X Academy... Well, the boss shouldn't be angry with her.

Thinking this way with a guilty conscience, Sandra and Warren pushed open the window they had left before and got in, and it was just in time for dinner.

"I thought you weren't going to come back tonight."

As for why Tim is here waiting for her... Uh... she didn't feel surprised at all_(:з)∠)_

"I was wrong."

Sandra obediently folded her wings and walked up to Tim with her head down, saying so.

Tim would love to pinch the bridge of his nose, sigh like he's in a safehouse, and have a good discussion with Sandra about the dangers of her running around like this without caring about her wounds - but no, here It's Academy X, not their safe house, so he can't say that to Sandra in front of others, but can only say to Sandra with a sullen face: "Your injury hasn't healed yet."

If you don't want to re-sew the thread again, it's best not to do those dangerous high-altitude exercises.

Although Tim and her words on this question are completely different every time, but Sandra rounds and refines the central idea, and can probably summarize the content of those lectures into such a sentence.

Sandra nodded obediently—anyway, she nodded and answered every time, but she never saw her do it.

"I discussed it with Professor X. If you have something to do, you can stay overnight in Academy X. If you want to stay tonight, you can also stay here to get familiar with X Academy."

The visit in the afternoon came to an end because Warren took Sandra out to fly in the middle, so Tim said to Sandra like this, which is also considered to be asking for her opinion.

"I'll go back with you."

Sandra made the choice without hesitation, then blinked at the angel standing aside with her wings folded, and said briskly: "After all, the future is long, and there is no rush to get familiar with X Academy."

The angel who received Sandra's comment nodded with a smile, as if he agreed with Sandra's statement.

The author has something to say: Warren Kenneth Worthington III (Warren WorthingtonⅢ) is a rich man who inherited the family business, and he has a pair of flying wings behind him.After being transformed into "Argel" by Apocalypse, the wings are metalized and can launch steel feather throwing knives.After the secondary mutation, the above forms can be switched, and the blood can treat people with compatible blood types.

↑The above information comes from Baidu Encyclopedia

The lake green is between blue and green. If you are interested, you can check it out. If you put the picture here, you can’t see it on your mobile phone, so I won’t post it_(:з」∠)_