[X-Men + East Side Witches] Pagan

The next afternoon, Greta, who just woke up, was forcibly dragged by Pietro to find Professor X.

"Now I need to prepare an extra wheelchair." Ruiwen looked into the girl's eyes and said helplessly, "I have never been involved in this field, Hank, can you do anything?"

Compared to the bespectacled and well-dressed look Hank had when he first met him, he looked much more raw now.

But Greta couldn't see it, she could only stand beside Pietro, covering her eyes with gauze.

"What is the principle of your spell?" Hank asked the girl to sit on a chair beside her. "Maybe I can find a solution based on the raw material spells and some literature."

Greta shook her head: "We use magic to cast spells, is it the same thing as supernatural powers?"

"I don't think so," Scott commented, "For example, my eyes won't stop releasing shock waves because of the loss of energy." He looked at the girl's situation and couldn't help joking, "Greta is talking to me now. It was exactly the same when I first came to Xavier."

"Her eyes don't have shock waves," Pietro blocked Scott's sight, and turned to Charles, "Professor, is there really nothing I can do?"

Charles was thoughtful: "Greta, do you have a way?"

Seeing the girl's unhurried appearance, Charles felt that she should have a certain amount of confidence in this matter, otherwise how could ordinary people accept losing a pair of eyes?

"This curse is not difficult to unravel," Greta showed a sly smile, facing Pietro's direction, "it's just that I can't find so many materials, and I need to use it to find Browning's location."

"Your eyes can't be like this all the time," Pietro said. "I'll find any material I need."

Ruiwen raised the corners of her mouth, winked at Charles, and mouthed: Interesting.

Interesting indeed.

It seems that this little witch, who is a little cunning, a little mysterious, and a little bit tempered, has managed to seduce Peter Maximoff, the worst gifted teenager in Xavier's school.

"I can use the curse to predict their next move," Greta said, "so I can only wrong myself these days and be blind for the time being."

Charles nodded: "Then if you need my help, please feel free to say so."

Greta laughed: "My pleasure."

Pietro, who was standing aside, was not very happy. He always believed that the girl's blood-red eyes would cause harm to the body, but it was unrealistic to rely on him alone to find the whereabouts of those people.

"Greta got hurt last night because I was hypnotized," Pietro said. "That guy messed with my mind."

Qin raised her eyebrows: "Really? So powerful?"

"Why lie to you?" Pietro stared, "I thought I met a mutant who was on the same level as you."

Hank checked Greta again, but due to his limited knowledge of witchcraft, he was also a little helpless: "Can you guarantee that this curse will be fine for the body?"

Greta nodded: "Yes, and I suspect that my mother is not in the hands of the Browning family at all."

After the conversation, Charles stopped Greta who was about to leave.

The girl thought that since mutants and wizards joined forces, it would no longer be safe here. In order not to drag the students down and ensure their safety, she wanted to return to the East District, so that she could share part of the firepower.

This proposal was opposed by all.

"Do you think we are babies who need to be taken care of by our parents?" Pietro was particularly excited, "We are the X-Men, as you said, Browning, he came to die."

Greta couldn't talk to anyone, so she kept her mouth shut and planned to listen to other people's arrangements.

"You can live here steadily." Pietro decided for the girl, then took a step forward, picked her up very naturally, and prepared to leave.

The girl struggled twice: "Hey, I can walk by myself!"

"What are you going to do? What if you fell into the lake?" Pietro was very rude. He supported the girl with one hand, shook the other hand, and bid farewell to the others, "Let's go back to the dormitory first."

"Then where do I sleep!" Kurt asked, "Isn't it good for you to have mixed sex?"

Pietro walked forward on his own, ignoring him.

Qin also waved her hand, implying something: "It's hard work."

Watching the two leave, Ruiwen sat on Charles's table and asked amusedly, "Do you trust this girl? Could it be a trap from the beginning to the end? She is a human being."

Charles was noncommittal: "Let's start preparing for combat."

It is easy to read minds, but their Kuaiyin is sincere.

Greta leaned in Pietro's arms, silently thinking about the potion she threw out, if it worked, she would know soon.

"You still don't let me down?" The girl poked the boy's chest, "Where are we?"

She listened attentively, the leaves rustled when the wind blew, and the chirping of insects and birds hidden behind the leaves was endless. The temperature in autumn was warm, and even the sounds in nature seemed to be refreshing in autumn.

"By the lake, let me take you to breathe." Pietro said, he put the girl on a clean grass, and sat beside him, looking at her with his chin in his hand.

The girl's head was wrapped with gauze again and again, the boy looked at it, suddenly his figure flashed, and he came back with a pen in the blink of an eye.

"Lend me the gauze to play with." He said, leaning over to take off the gauze, and drew two crooked eyes on it.Pietro has no painting skills, and his painting style is created entirely by his soul and consciousness. He smears and smears, and looks weird. Anyway, it doesn't matter, girls can't see it, so he just plays it casually.

After finishing the painting, he wrapped the girl's eyes again.

Looking at the front again, Pietro laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha, it's so interesting, I drew a pair of eyes for you, especially for you."

Greta hooked the corners of her mouth, knowing that the other party must have drawn something weird without guessing, but the girl was not angry, and said slowly: "Keep laughing."

The boy still smiled with his mouth wide open, but the smile seemed to be frozen.Then he realized that he could only keep this expression. The nasty little witch in front of him used her magic again to make his face look like this.

Greta turned to Pietro, and stared at the boy with two funny big eyes on the gauze, making him laugh or not.

"It's a pity that I can't see you now." The girl said regretfully and slyly, "Forget it."

At the same time, Pietro's mouth was safely closed.

"You're terrible!" He rubbed his sore temporomandibular joints, and reached out his hand to bluntly tap the girl's forehead.

"You still want to fight, don't you?" Greta clutched her forehead in pain.

Pietro jumped up and ran across the lake in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, can you still control me here?"

Following the sound, Greta used his little energy to lift up the fallen leaves on the ground, trying to wrap the restless boy in it, but there was a strong wind around him, and the other person was already blushing and not panting. He sat down again, not only did he not get any leaves on his body, but he also held a handful of them in his hand.

"Be careful, sister witch." Pietro raised his hand, and directly covered the girl's hair with a bunch of leaves.

"Hey! You bastard!" Greta covered her head and crawled to get away from this brat, but was snatched back by him again. She beat and kicked angrily, "You're just like that!" Bully me blind!"

Pietro hugged the girl's thin waist during the fight. Although he didn't want to let go, he blushed and thought about it, but he let go and put his arms around the girl's shoulders, and pushed her back to her original position: "Didn't I want you to be happier? How about it? Are you in a better mood than just now?"

The girl's hair is messy, with fallen leaves hanging, and her cheeks are pink - she is so angry.

"One, a little, yes, no, yes!" Greta groped and grabbed the boy's face, and said angrily, "I just want you to spit it out of your mouth now!"

Pietro quickly covered the opponent's mouth: "Hey, don't curse me at every turn."

Greta turned her face away, pursed her lips tightly, and looked unhappy.

She doesn't have the strength to curse, not to mention that the other party made such a fuss, her irritability has indeed dissipated a lot, and it has all evolved into a motivation to beat this kid.

"Are you really angry?" Pietro asked, and he stretched out his hand to poke the girl's face, "You are two years older than me, why don't you let me?" Seeing that the girl didn't speak, he stretched out his face, very embarrassed Said, "Why don't you hit me, most people can't hit me, the last one was Tianqi. How about it, do you have a heartbeat?"

Greta raised the corners of her mouth, turned around quickly and raised her hands——

She couldn't be faster than Pietro, the boy retreated three meters, and subconsciously shouted: "It's a fight——"

Then he saw a handful of fallen leaves in the girl's hand.

"Tch, you have learned to lie." Pietro moved back and sat side by side with the girl.

Because it was class time, there were not many students on the playground in the garden by the lake. The whole school looked beautiful and quiet, which was the familiar scene that Pietro had been watching for a while.

Of course, girls are not familiar with all this, but Jing can feel it, but Mei is temporarily invisible.

Thinking of this, Pietro felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and the corners of his mouth, which was always smiling, drooped down.

"You said your mother is not in Browning's hands, why?" Pietro asked while playing with a leaf.

Greta rested her chin on her knees and replied slowly: "I was wearing the same clothes as the day my mother disappeared, and the makeup was the same, but he wasn't surprised at all."

"Either my mother changed clothes before she was taken away, or else he didn't see my mother at all!" Greta said loudly, "This liar," she gritted her teeth, "next time we meet, I want to pinch my mother." Smash his eyeballs."

Pietro was eager to try: "I'll help you."

"No," Greta shook her head, "you have mutants to deal with."

"What's so scary about mutants?" The boy who had beaten up Tianqi didn't take it seriously, "I kicked him out of the earth before he saw me clearly."

The girl laughed when she heard the other party's childish declaration. Similarly, she was a little curious: "It's so strange, do you guys fight with each other?"

Pietro shrugged: "Of course, don't you wizards also fight to the death?"

In this way, Greta is much easier to understand.

"Speaking of which, why are you called Kuaiyin?" The girl slowly chewed on the pronunciation of these two words, teasing him with a smile, "It's so simple and rude, didn't you come up with it yourself?"

Pietro blushed, and he muttered, "My sister's name is Scarlet."

Thinking of his beautiful sister who was elsewhere, Pietro couldn't help but look at the sister next to him, and then came to such rebellious remarks that the one next to him was prettier.

"Hey, Greta..." The boy who was quiet for a while still couldn't help it, "I knocked you out when we met that night, does it hurt?"

When the other party said this, the girl seemed to go back to that night again, and tricked her into the alley with the reason of "I met your mother", and wanted to fuck her, and then she stabbed the other party to death with a knife in a rage .Then, this fast kid appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The soreness on her neck didn't seem to have dissipated, she stretched out her hand and patted the same spot on the boy's neck with great precision.

"What do you think? You knocked me out."

Pietro scratched his silver tangled hair, annoyed, "Sorry..."

Greta was taken aback, and then laughed out loud: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other."

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