[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Coordinates Pennsylvania, in a coffee shop in West Chester.

Sierra sat at the corner of the round table, quietly flipping through "To Kill a Mockingbird" in her hand.

The snake who was tumbling on her wrist in boredom suddenly raised its triangular head, looked outside, and then hissed to remind, 【The professional householder who collects scrap copper is here~】

Soon she heard footsteps, and then a person sat down opposite her, silent for a while, seeing that she didn't intend to raise her head to say hello, so she took the initiative to speak.

"Aren't you going to ask me how I found you?"

Sera turned a page slowly with her fingers, her lowered eyes, thick eyelashes and calm demeanor made her look dignified and elegant, she still didn't raise her head, but replied calmly, "The most beautiful thing in the world One of the smartest people, besides your good friend, is a scientist named Hank McCoy, does this question need to be answered?"

Eric Lanshel crossed his legs, motioned to the waiter to bring him a cup of coffee, laughed, and his low voice drilled into her ear, "Indeed—but then again, I thought I was going through After that, you'll go to trouble with whoever did it."

Sierra closed the book, raised her head slowly, and rolled her eyes at him, "You came here just to persuade me to join hands with you in revenge against Xiao?"

Eric raised his eyebrows, "I thought we had reached a consensus—on that night."

He purposely made his words vague, with a bit of tentative malice.It's a pity that Sera didn't take this set, her smile stuck firmly on her face like a mask——

"That's what it's like to challenge yourself, Eric—and look, I'm very pleased with how it turned out."

Challenge yourself?In a way that borders on self-harm? ——She is simply a completely calm and terrible madman.Eric sneered, "Indeed, judging from Charles' reaction, the results you showed me are pretty good—except for some friendly troops being accidentally injured."

He pointed at his cheek pointingly, there was still a faint scar there, thanks to him.

"Friends..." Sera laughed, "Who is my friend? You?"

That smile was annoying enough.Eric narrowed his eyes, "Aren't we the same co-conspirator? To prove one thing, to make our kind make a correct choice—"

"Of course not," Sera poured himself a cup of coffee, every move was completely different from the quiet, intelligent but patient assistant in the past, as if something had been completely released from her heart, with a A kind of indifferent, careless and calm beauty, "—we are just taking advantage of each other. Self-knowledge is always an excellent quality, Eric."

"Have you?" Eric smiled slightly, his overly shallow and sharp eyes made him look cold and heartless even when he smiled, "I think that the person in this world who can understand your pain and anger best The man is right in front of you."

He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, as if to persuade, "I have been a guinea pig...and I know what it feels like."

Sela raised her eyebrows, put down the glass, looked him in the eyes, and smiled slightly, "Really?...proveme."

"What proof do you want?" Eric asked.

Sera pretended to think, "Then why not set a goal that is the easiest to achieve...I want to die."

Eric paused, and slowly revealed a dangerous and handsome charming smile, "Coincidentally, me too."

"Why don't we work together?" Eric put forward a very feasible suggestion, "Xiao's ability is also related to energy, but I believe that if we cooperate, he and his group of men are not worth mentioning to us— —I have seen the way you deal with your enemies, and I admire the way you punish."

"Enemy?" Serra repeated, chuckling. "It's such an indefinable word."

"So...you agreed?" Eric raised his eyebrows.

Sera sniffed the mellow aroma of coffee, lowered her eyes, and showed a meaningful smile, "Joining hands?...Of course, it's not impossible."

Eric couldn't help but listen to her next sentence.

"—But before that, you have to show enough sincerity."

Eric frowned slightly.He heard something ominous in this sentence.

Sierra stood up slowly, looked at him condescendingly, and smiled.

"Remember how you asked me a long time ago, how to redouble your counterattack?"

After a pause, Eric saw her pick up the plaid scarf on the chair, slowly button up the coat button, and then bend down, her dark eyes were deep and quiet, and she could not see the bottom.

"—now, you know."

Eric reacted immediately and looked out the window.

A group of people in plain clothes who obviously had the same goal hurried across the street, staring at him who was sitting in the cafe, and kept coming here.

Eric immediately stood up, moved his fingers, then froze slightly, his pupils constricted——

His abilities have failed.Unable to control the nearby metal, he temporarily turned into an ordinary man without weapons.

Eric turned his head and stared at her extremely sharply, but only got a gentle and friendly smile from the other party.

"If next time you can find me like today and prove your worth—"

"Hmm... Maybe I'll consider joining forces with you."

"Good luck, Mr. Lanshere."

Then she walked past him without hesitation, and disappeared at the end of the back door of the cafe.

Eric looked at the group of uninvited guests and took a deep breath——

Charles was right: it's best not to mess with women.Especially a smart, ruthless, unfathomable and vindictive woman.

……

……

The next time Sierra saw Magneto was a week later, in a lively little bar in the United States.

Of course, he didn't come alone.He also brought someone she didn't really want to see.

Charles Xavier pushed open the door of the bar, glanced around, and fixed his eyes on the brown-haired woman in the corner.

She's changed, but she hasn't - Charles thought.What remains unchanged is that she still likes reading so much, and even in the noisier environment, she can feel the fun of it more, and read a whole book quietly and attentively.Her changes are also obvious: in the past, she preferred dressing styles that made her look more harmless, usually casual solid-color dresses, making her look more like a campus girl full of romantic and artistic atmosphere , the purity and innocence of not getting caught in the world.

But it's different now, she seems to have grown up to be calm and introverted overnight.A black turtleneck sweater with a slim woolen coat of the same color. The middle tie is tightened to reveal a slender waist. The legs in camel-colored boots are elegantly and casually overlapped. The smooth long brown curly hair is gathered behind, revealing Half a soft and quiet face.Just a little difference in her attire made her look completely different from before.Beautiful, intellectual, elegant, and calm, she is clearly in the hustle and bustle of the city, but exudes a powerful aura that no one can approach from the inside out, so that everyone who notices that she wants to strike up a conversation stops at a distance of five meters , dare not take a step forward.

Such a Sierra Milt, she really doesn't need Charles Xavier anymore.

The young professor couldn't help but smiled wryly, then turned to Eric and said, "I want to talk to her, just me and her."

Eric raised his eyebrows, he didn't say anything, he walked to the bar with self-knowledge, watched his friend slowly walking towards the woman in the corner, raised his eyebrows, and then said to the bartender, "A glass of German beer ... want the best, and someone will pay for it."

……

Sera noticed it the moment the two entered the bar.The drowsy snake on the wrist immediately opened its eyes, and stuck out its tongue excitedly, [Good show is coming, my dear~ It’s a pity that little Marx escaped from the group of people alive, otherwise the original story would have ended. Make it more interesting~]

Sera chuckled, and then felt a shadow cast from the front.She paused, closed the book, raised her head with a smile on her face, looked at the young professor standing at the table, and stretched out her hand politely, as if meeting an old friend, with a gentle and calm tone, "Please sit down, Professor. "

Charles was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness at the corner of his mouth. He sat down on the chair opposite her, declined the waiter's order, clasped his fingers on the table, and remained silent for a while.

"I thought you would never come back to America." He said, with a hint of caution.

"Really?" Sera smiled, "Why do you think so?"

"Because... Eric and I are here." He replied with a self-deprecating, "I think the last thing you want to see now is the two of us."

Sierra sat on the chair with her legs crossed, obviously in a very relaxed posture, but one couldn't help but straighten her back and dare not slack off in the slightest.He stared into her eyes, and found that she didn't seem to have any special reaction to this sentence, she still just smiled faintly, her eyes were calm and unwavering.He paused for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"Want to play a game, Sierra?—a game we've played before."

She raised her eyebrows, she was obviously interested in his unconventional behavior, and replied simply, "Anything you want."

Charles asked the waiter to bring a stack of paper and a pen and put it on the table, pushed it in front of her, and laughed, "You know the rules - numbers from 1 to 10 are written on paper, and I can't read yours." Thought, the result is all luck.”

Sera didn't refuse, she wrote down a number seriously and carried the paper back, then raised her head and smiled at Charles.

The young professor took this rare opportunity to stare at her face intently, not letting go of the slightest fluctuation. He didn't come back to his senses until the other party completed the steps and signaled that he could start. Whisper a number, "...8."

Sierra paused.She slowly turned the paper over, and a "8" stood out.

"Good luck," she said.

"Try again." Charles smiled at her, his blue eyes bright and clear.

Sierra raised her eyebrows, she repeated the steps without saying anything, then raised her head, "Continue."

"I guess... three," Charles said.

Sierra narrowed her eyes, and she looked at the other person's expression, but Charles looked straight into her eyes without hesitation, and his expression was softer and gentler than ever.

She slowly turned over the paper, and a "3" came into view.

There is no need to continue, Sera is well aware of the next result, she is just a little curious, and she can't help asking, "How did you do it?" In the situation where she couldn't invade her mind at all?

Charles rolled his eyes.His eyes are deep, with upturned eye tails, conspicuous double eyelids, thick and slender eyelashes, so his eyes are bright and electrifying. When he smiles, he bends into a lovely crescent moon, which makes his expression always very vivid and extremely beautiful. Contagious.

Not to mention his nirvana blue eyes, like the bottom of a deep pool, rich and pure, clear and clear.When thinking quietly, there is a kind of melancholy wisdom, staring at the other party as if affectionately contains fragility, and when sad, there is a bit of ignorance and depression unique to teenagers.And when they look at you with a smile because they are happy, it is like falling into the vortex of the sky.

This person seems to be born with a certain trait that is very easy to move people's hearts, and he can even overcome rigidity with softness.

Like what he's saying to her now—

"I haven't invaded your mind, Sierra," Charles said in a low, soft voice, "in fact... I never had to."

He stared into her eyes with a smile, "I know what you like...you prefer to have a couch alone rather than sit on a narrow one-person sofa, because you can't fully stretch your body, which will make you feel bound Illusion. You use your left hand as much as your right hand, making it difficult to distinguish your physical habits... the fact that you maintain this unconscious behavior all the time makes it difficult for even the best profiler to fully analyze you true character and make predictions about it.”

Serra raised an eyebrow.

"You don't like drinking milk and plain water at all, you just do it because of your health, I prefer to believe that you don't have any extra interest in any drinks and food, and you only choose a few of them for a certain purpose. "Charles continued, "You like to read more literary books between six in the morning and two in the afternoon, and look for more practical readings in the middle of the night... You like to laugh, but the meaning of every smile of yours is different, and I can roughly understand where they will appear and what they mean—”

"Like you now," Charles stared at her, "you're smiling at me, and there's even a smile in your eyes, but I know it's not about me, but you're thinking about the book you just flipped through. The book, the content in it has successfully pleased you... Maybe you are feeling a little surprised and novel about what I said, but even so, they can't really move you..."

"—Because of me, I can no longer impress you."

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, his eyes full of sadness, "I don't need the ability to know this, Sera."

He twitched his lips, "I probably know what kind of person you are, from the very beginning... I just think that no matter what a person has done before, he should deserve a second chance, and when he gets that Chances are, maybe everything will be different."

"I know that some of my actions have let you down on me...you trusted me, put your trust in me, and I failed you...so you lose hope, you don't trust anyone anymore .”

Charles’ lips trembled slightly, along with his voice, “But I came to you, I’ve said so much, Sera…I just want you to know…Yes, maybe I thought about changing you, but I never Really want to control your life, your future, your life..."

"I love you...you must not believe it."

"But I never give up hope...and I don't want to give up on you either."

There was water in his eyes gradually, he looked at her steadily, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Give us one more chance... ok?"

……

long silence.

Sierra stared at this young man whose eyes and brows were full of expectation and sincerity, for a long time, and smiled lightly.

"It's too late, Charles." She said, with a very plain sentence, the hope in the other party's eyes was gradually extinguished, and her voice was still calm, "Now, I don't drink plain water anymore."

"Because I find that after trying more new and exciting things...it just becomes dull, bland, and uninteresting to me."

She leaned forward slowly, stared closer at the other's broken blue eyes, and smiled.

"You seem to know me well."

"So, have you guessed the answer?"

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So cruel.It was estimated that Lao Wan would turn against Shui Jiaohua and throw himself into the embrace of the Great Demon King.