[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

Because she couldn't run away, Greta still couldn't escape the fate of meeting Professor X.

In Greta's conception, the so-called professor must be a bald old man wearing glasses, maybe even a fat man.

Thinking about it better, the other party was probably a gentle middle-aged man, so when she really saw Professor X, she was really surprised.

Professor X is not only young, but also good-looking, not only good-looking, but also disabled.

In addition to the handsome Professor X, the people around him also attracted attention, a beautiful blonde woman and a tall man with black hair.Besides, there was a boy wearing red glasses behind him, beside him was a gentle girl with brown-red long hair and a black girl with silver-white Mohawk hair.

Greta's expression was still cold, but her heart was pounding.

"Don't be nervous," said the gentle girl, and she said kindly, "My name is Jean, she's Orolo, the one with the glasses is Scott, this is Mystique Raven, and Beast Hank."

Greta thought, those two people with titles should have some skills, but they are not as good as Professor X.

"My name is Kurt," said the little blue-skinned devil who appeared out of nowhere, "also known as Nightcrawler."

Before Greta could react, Professor X said first: "Hi Greta, I'm Charles, and I'm the principal of this school." He has brown chestnut hair with slightly curly hair , in addition to the strong bookish atmosphere, the whole person also has a slight romantic feeling.

"Hello." Greta stopped looking at other people. She looked directly at Charles and asked coldly, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Because you killed people with superpowers," the blond woman said, "If we don't arrest you and protect you, humans will trouble you." She tilted her head and looked at Greta for a moment, then asked curiously, "How did you escape the tracking of the mastermind? We didn't even find you."

Being superpowers and mutants again, Greta was tired: "I said I'm not a mutant, can you believe me?"

"I need you to cooperate with me to do a test," Charles said pleasantly, his face was quite deceptive, and ordinary girls could not refuse any of his proposals.

Greta is also an ordinary girl, so she nodded.

She also wanted to run away, to find her unreliable mother, but she couldn't.

Thinking of this, Greta turned her head and glanced at Pietro. If it wasn't for this fast kid, she might have run out of school by now.Pietro was looking at her when she looked, and gave her a very bright smile.

He reached out and pushed Greta forward, and said to Charles, "Professor, let's get started."

Without any instruments or tools as an aid, Charles looked at Greta and put his index and middle fingers on the side of his head. He stared at the black-haired girl's black and white eyes, and instantly entered her consciousness.

The strange thing is that, unlike mutants, her life since she was a child was not ups and downs, and there were no twists and turns. The content was all about going to school, being nagged by her beautiful mother, being awkward with classmates, and having a crush on boys.

If you ignore her superhuman abilities, this is just an ordinary high school girl.

But the only difference is that he sees a trial in the girl's consciousness, presumably something from the Middle Ages.A woman with long hair hanging down her chest was tied to an ancient cross. She was naked, covered in blood, and her hands and feet were nailed into the wood with steel nails.

The people around were dressed in old-fashioned clothes, held torches in their hands, and looked excited. They shouted loudly, burn her to death!Burn her!Execute her!

Charles knew the identity of the girl in front of him almost immediately.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he regained consciousness, "are you a witch?"

Hearing this sentence, everyone was taken aback.

But Greta had a desire to talk to the handsome man in front of him: "Yes, I am not the mutant you say, and the murder was because I was looking for my mother, who is also a witch, and a cat... Now she is gone , I am very worried about her. She has too many enemies."

"No wonder the Mastermind couldn't find you," Hank said with a look of embarrassment on his face, "I didn't expect there to be a witch."

Ruiwen on the side didn't apologize too much for the oolong, she just said: "Do you need our help?"

When Greta thought about it, she didn't mean to be polite to them.

Her biggest advantage is that she has no personality, never plans for a rainy day, and always solves troubles when they encounter them. Therefore, she has always been passive in the matter of her mother's disappearance. If she hadn't been bullied to the top, she would not Turned the Eastern District upside down, until my aunt and cousin came to warn me.

So the cowardly and loose Greta thought about it carefully and decided: "I may need to live here temporarily, because I can't go back to the East."

Charles didn't seem surprised at all, he nodded: "Yes, if you need help, you can talk to us at any time."

Pietro also nodded, and patted Greta's shoulder skillfully: "After all, we are the X-Men, and we can definitely help you."

After solving the problem of her origin, Greta had a down-to-earth meal with several newcomers of the X-Men at noon. She needs to constantly replenish energy, otherwise she has no witch skills.

While eating, she thought, although my mother has a bad temper, but she is beautiful and cheerful, could it be that she is in a relationship with someone and doesn't care about herself?

Pietro was also curious about this, and he had already included Greta in his own circle, and he was not at all secretive in asking questions.

"So you don't have a father?" Pietro asked.

Greta didn't think this was a topic that couldn't be mentioned, so the answer was honest: "Yes, I don't know which man my mother gave birth to me. Anyway, it must be a man, but I will tell you if I am still alive or not." I don't know, after all, she is an immortal woman, and she must have dated many people."

Pietro immediately felt infinitely close to the small girl in front of him.

The mother she spoke of was so much like his unreliable father!

"It's the same with my dad," Pietro said. "I haven't seen him since I was born, but I know who he is, but maybe he won't recognize me because he has so many wives."

"Why? How can parents deny their children?" Greta didn't believe it.

Pietro laughed: "So I joined the X-Men. If I can become a superhero, maybe he will feel proud to have a son like me."

Greta cut a piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth. While chewing, she thought: Even if she becomes a powerful witch, the old mother at home will not take a second look at her.

Thinking about it this way, Pietro's father is better.

"Who is your mother's enemy?" Seeing that there was not enough food on the table, Pietro brought two more plates in a blink of an eye, and sat next to Greta like a gust of wind.

The girl thought for a while, then shook her head, there were too many, she couldn't say one, two, three, but those things happened many years ago, some of the parties might have died, and the rest suddenly came in groups Seeking revenge is really a bit strange.

"You bring so much, what if you can't finish it?" Qin complained, then took a shrimp with a shared fork, and handed it to Greta, "Try this, it has a strong vanilla cheese flavor."

Kurt on the side looked curious: "This seems to be the first time we grabbed vanilla shrimp for lunch."

Qin smiled and said, "Maybe some new friends came to the school, so I did more?"

Unaccustomed to being surrounded by so many good intentions, Greta tucked her hair behind her ears and asked the others at the table, "Is the whole school full of mutants?"

"Yes at the moment." Qin replied, "but soon there will be ordinary people going to school with us. The professor has always hoped that humans and mutants can coexist peacefully, so I think this should become an ordinary school in the near future." University."

Greta thought of the gentle-looking man, and really couldn't imagine that he would do such a great thing.

"I was called a different kind since I was a child," she said, "Because I couldn't control my energy many times, so I did a lot of supernatural things and was rejected by the whole school. In a sense, we should be the same kind. "She laughed, showing the only smile these two days.

Qin nodded: "Of course. But even if you are an ordinary person, we are also the same kind."

She has a soft expression, and her eyes are somewhat similar to Charles: "I never think that mutants are any different."

"Do you usually wear a robe?" Scott seemed to hold back for a long time, and asked with a trace of caution, "Can you make strange soups? Also, how do you control the weather?"

Greta narrowed her eyes with a smile: "We are witches, but we are not witches. Why do we wear robes?"

"We are definitely not reading a fairy tale," Pietro said. "The witches in my impression are all beautiful big sisters, with black hair and a good figure, who can call the wind and rain."

Kurt broke the stage: "Greta is like this."

"She looked 14 years old," Pietro said. "You don't know how weird she was killing people last night."

Greta turned her face to see the other party sipping yogurt, and suddenly said: "You can't stop your mouth after eating, be careful of choking."

Before the words fell, Pietro suddenly coughed.

Knowing that what the girl said just now was in Latin, Qin said with a smile: "Pete, stop talking nonsense from now on."

"What is this? Have I been cursed by the witch?" After taking a few sips of white water, Pietro stopped coughing. Instead of being angry, he felt a little irritated, "I was cursed by the big sister of the witch? It's a great honor."

Greta didn't answer, and gave the fast kid a blank look.

After lunch, Greta still had no plans to set off to find her mother. She planned to rest for a while, and then look for the witches nearby, hoping that they would have clues.

Seeing that she had nothing to do, Pietro was of course happy, and immediately invited her to attend the class together.

Greta couldn't help laughing when she saw that the other party had taken a B- for the natural science test.

"Is it hard?" Greta asked, "Not getting an A."

Pietro was a little embarrassed, but he quickly revealed his math, physics, and foreign language test papers, all of which were excellent.

"I'm good at other studies, but the natural sciences are mediocre."

"Isn't it common to run to see a standard answer at your speed?" Greta said, "Why are you still answering the questions honestly?"

Pietro put his hands behind his head, with a leisurely expression: "Cheating is so boring."

"You can also speak German?" Greta flipped through the test paper, with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

"And Gypsy," Pietro said. "My mother is a Gypsy."

Greta took out a light blue ballpoint pen and helped Pietro correct the wrong question: "So that's the case. Do you have any other relatives besides your mother?"

"I also have a sister." Speaking of this, Pietro's eyes lit up, as if he liked his sister very much, "It's also my father's child, named Wanda, we are twins, but we don't look much alike, She's also pretty."

Greta looked up at the boy's handsome and sunny appearance, agreed with the other party's statement in her heart, and then asked, "Didn't she come with you?"

"No," Pietro shook his head, "She went to another place, probably in a big city, and she's very busy now," he paused, then smiled, "You know, Ms. Baby, always busy. Maybe she's in love now."

"Everyone has a family, when will I find my mother?" Greta muttered, "She's always so unreliable."

Just as she was muttering, the sound of crows was heard outside the window.

Greta's eyes moved to the branch of the tree outside the window, and saw the black crow staring at the golden eyes, squawking with joy.She doesn't like or dislike this kind of birds, but they are inextricably linked with witches, so after a short consideration, Greta tickled her fingers at the crow: "Did my mother call you here?" ?”

The crow flapped its wings and seemed to fly away.

Pietro looked at her curiously and asked, "Is this the witch's friend?"

"Do you think we look like friends?" Greta relaxed and joked, "I just saw this animal and couldn't help but feel that it was connected to my mother."

As she looked at Pietro, the boy's eyes suddenly became alert.

The next second—perhaps less than a second.

Pietro held Greta's cervical spine and teleported to the other side of the classroom in an instant, and everyone seemed to have the ability to teleport, and they all piled up near the front door of the classroom.

Of course, this was only what Greta saw, but she had no time to think about what happened just now, because the second after she reached a safe place, the crow squatting on the outer window exploded from inside her body like a bomb up.

The frightening thing was that it was not blown into a mass of minced meat, but turned into blood mist, which scattered outside the window with a bang.

Following the explosion, Greta raised her hand to cover her right eye with an ah.

"Greta! What's wrong with you?" Pietro wanted to push her hand away to see clearly.

Greta covered her eyes, the blood on her face faded away, and her face was full of pain.

"Don't scare me, did the explosion hurt you!"

The girl was speechless, but Pietro was terrified.

Because he saw blood flowing from the girl's fingers covering her eyes.