[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

Charles and Raven arrived just in time, but by the time they arrived, Greta had dropped her hands and there was no sign of hurt in her eyes.

Pietro stood beside her, holding her hand tightly, and his expression was a little bad. Guilt, annoyance, and regret mixed together, making this young boy look very frustrated.

"I have already taken you away, why are you still hurt..."

"No, it's not your fault," Greta explained. "It's a spell, and I can't escape it."

She raised her face and looked at Charles with a pale face: "My mother is really in danger. The crow just now was a warning." She was a little sad when she said this, "I can't stay here any longer, it will cause trouble you."

Pietro was the first to get anxious: "How could we be afraid of getting involved?!"

Charles stopped the impatient boy and asked Greta: "Can you explain in detail? Maybe we can help you. After all, no one is better at finding someone than Qin and me."

Greta's expression was very bad, but she nodded after thinking for a moment.

"My family and the Browning family are feuds." Sitting in Charles's study, the girl was holding a cup of hot chocolate made by Pietro, her face still not recovering for a long time, "There is a woman in his family who almost killed me. Cousin, the last woman was pushed into the fire by my mother and aunt and burned to death."

Hank was a little surprised: "Killed?"

"She almost pulled my cousin into the painting and killed her. Isn't it right to kill her?" Greta said, "There are also some previous grievances. I heard that the woman wanted to avenge her father, but then I will I don't know, anyway, he should have controlled my mother."

Speaking of which, she had a somewhat bitter expression on her face.

"No one can use these animals to harm people better than them."

"Then the curse you're talking about is..." Charles asked.

"They put a curse on me," Greta said, patting Pietro so he could look at her, then rolled her eyes to the right and asked, "Is there a red dot?"

Pietro nodded, with an anxious expression: "What's going on? Why can it hurt you so far away?"

Greta shook her head: "Don't be nervous, if they cast a curse, it will be easier for me to find them." She rolled her eyes slightly, there was not much foreign body sensation in her eyes, just a slight friction feeling.That curse was aimed at her, unless she died or passed it on to someone else, there was no way to spread it.

She didn't know how vicious the Browning family was, but they were definitely no worse than her own mother.

"It's a sunny day tonight," Greta leaned against the window and raised her head with a half-smile, "It's very suitable for me to return what they gave me."

"I'll help you," Pietro patted the girl on the shoulder, showing a bright smile, "Relax, no matter who the big guy is, he's not as fast as me. I even beat Apocalypse!"

"Yeah, and then I got a broken leg." Ruiwen said coolly.

Greta couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Amazing."

She is also smiling, but her mind has drifted away.

Browning's family is not vegetarian, and her family has been inseparable for a lifetime, and he has a lot of family members. The younger and elders are all playing their lives, and she wonders if there is a special brainwashing course for his family. As soon as the child was born, he hated the Boqiangpu family to death.

Thinking of this, Greta couldn't sit still.

"I should leave here. If something happens again, I'm afraid it will affect the students here."

Although Charles thinks she should stay here, as the principal, he has an obligation to protect the safety of all students.There are also some contradictions for a while, and I don't know how to make a decision.

Pietro didn't care. He raised his jaw and said, "I'll stay with her. Anyway, I'm on vacation recently. Greta and I will solve this matter together."

Ruiwen had already seen that Pietro was interested in Greta, so she ahed, looked at the girl meaningfully, and did not say anything to stop her.

"What can you help me?" Greta asked, "I'm not looking for them to fight me."

"I'm fast, maybe he didn't have time to use any witchcraft, and I rescued your mother." Pietro said solemnly, "Big Sister Witch, give me a chance to make up for my mistakes."

Greta glanced at the other party in disgust, and reluctantly nodded: "I agree, you can ask Professor X..."

"I have no problem, after all, he is boring every day." Charles said.

It wasn't until they left Xavier School that Greta understood what Professor X meant when he said that Pietro was bored every day. He was simply a kid with ADHD, and he wanted to join in the fun and touch everything he saw.

When the two came out of school, they just found a tavern and planned to go in, when Pietro already had a handful of lollipops in his hand.

"It's not as good as the one I ate before," Pietro said disgustedly while licking the candy, "but there is no better food around here, and I also went to the next city by the way, and I didn't find the kind I used to eat .”

He peeled off the colorful candy wrapper, and stuffed the candy into Greta's hand: "Try it too, and see what color you can dye your tongue." As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, blue, long strip.

Greta laughed and disliked him: "Where did you get it?"

"Neighboring block," Pietro said with a smug expression, "I used to store a lot of snacks when I was at home."

"You did it with your sister?"

"Oh no no," Pietro shook his head. "My sister doesn't like to eat these." Having said that, his expression became a little melancholy. "I like playing video games in the basement, and I used to get into trouble with my sister..."

Needless to say, Greta showed a clear expression.

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly showed a bright smile similar to the other's, then hooked his neck, and asked with a smile: "So I like to cling to the big sister of the witch, don't you?"

Pietro was taken aback by the girl's sudden and excessive action.

He stared at her for a moment, then stuffed a brand new lollipop into her mouth.

"Eat candy, be careful not to choke on it."

Greta looked at the red ears of the other party, hooked the corners of her mouth, and licked the lollipop seriously.

The two walked around the hardware store in the shopping mall, and one of them returned to the tavern with a hot dog in his hand.

"Hey Pietro, it's been a long time!" The boss greeted warmly.

Greta raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Are you still drinking?"

"Kurt and I often sneak out to play," Pietro smiled, but when he saw the girl's black and white eyes, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and turned his head away, "but I can't drink very much."

It's really strange, Pietro thought, he usually fights with Orolo Scott, we are all friends, it's normal to push and touch, including hugging the shoulders, why is this little witch alone Do you feel uncomfortable all over yourself?

She also likes to say that she is a big sister, but she looks like she is not an adult. Who would have such a big sister?

Pietro pursed his lips, pretending to be disgusted, but he couldn't stop glancing at Greta.

Greta, who was sitting in the seat, changed into a dark sweater, revealing a large area of ​​extremely white skin from the neck to the V-neck chest, and she looked more mature and ghostly with her hair loose temperament.

Pietro turned his face to look at her, and suddenly felt that the stories about the seductive witch in the deep woods that he heard when he was a child were not all lies.

Greta focused on doing her own thing, ignoring the other party's mind full of thoughts.

She sprinkled the white sand she bought on the table, and then wrote and drew on the wooden table with her fingertips dipped in the wine. The Tarot cards in her hand were suspended under the action of the spell, and she shuffled and cut the cards and sorted them out by herself.As soon as the girl stretched out her hand, three cards fell into her hand automatically. She closed her eyes, and her eyelashes cast a small circle of shadows under her eyes.

Listening to the awkward Latin spoken by the other party repeatedly, the surrounding air began to become abnormal. Pietro could feel the air molecules vibrating at a strange frequency, and Greta's witchcraft worked.

And Greta, who cast the spell, also changed. Her eyeballs turned silver, her facial features were blurred, and the wine on her fingertips also glowed.

She closed her eyes and said slowly: "The Browning family is in a factory."

Her voice was hollow and ethereal, as if it came from far away.

"But my mother isn't there." She opened her eyes and flipped through three tarot cards.

After staring at the patterns on the three cards for a moment, Greta's expression was much colder than when Pietro saw her for the first time.

"What's wrong? What do you mean?" Pietro didn't know anything about Tarot divination.

But Greta didn't mean to say anything. She returned to her original appearance, and the flame in her hand burned, directly burning the three cards to ashes.

Only then did Pietro realize that the red dot was gone, but when he took a closer look, he found that it had moved into the girl's dark pupil, like an eye with malicious intentions, looking out through Greta's pupil wait and see.

He was taken aback by his adjective, and then shook his head, trying to get this strange thought out of his head.

"Are we going to that factory?" Pietro asked.

Greta waved and asked the bartender to bring some wine.

"I'm going," she said, although she was smiling, but the smile was like a mask floating on her face, not real at all, "You go back to school, if I don't come back for two or three days, then ..." She paused.

Pietro frowned, then smiled: "Then there is no need to wait for you anymore? Do you want to say that?"

Greta shrugged: "Then I must have been pushed into the fire and burned to death."

"Burn to death?!" Pietro became nervous.

But Greta still had an expression of indifference: "It may be to cut off the head. I don't know. Although there are not many ways to kill a witch, I haven't seen all of them."

"You can't go alone," Pietro said. "I agreed to accompany you to solve this matter. How could I go back to school first?"

Greta pursed her lips and stopped talking. She liked to stare at people when she was thinking.

I have to say, this kid looks white and tender, which is quite good-looking.

After thinking about it, Greta ran away.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Pietro just looked at him inscrutablely, and felt a little embarrassed again. He glared at her and urged, "Don't just look at me, what are you thinking?"

Greta tilted her head and said nothing.

Pietro didn't want to talk anymore, he suddenly grabbed the girl's hand on the table, with a serious expression: "I brought you back to Xavier, I interrupted your process of finding your mother, so I want to accompany you, Until...you find your mother."

I have to say, the silver-haired kid in front of me is really intimidating and... charming when he is serious.

Greta, who was sitting across from her, didn't move her eyes. She looked at him and was silent for a while. She smiled slightly, then nodded, and said slowly:

"If you are willing to sell your soul to a witch."

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