Marvel: Start with the Eight Wonders

The night was lingering, and the moonlight shone through the clouds.

On a bench on the street, a blond girl with blue eyes sat waiting for someone.

The person waiting for him was none other than Night Angel, the god of medicine who had become increasingly famous in the underground world some time ago.

One day ago, the message she sent to Night Angel was replied, but the other party did not clearly state whether he would agree to her request.

It wasn't until an hour ago that she suddenly received another message from Mr. Night Angel, asking her to come out of the house and find a place to wait for him.

The girl didn't know if Mr. Night Angel asked her to come here and wait for him to come.

Or maybe just waiting for news.

It is also possible that she will receive a message from Mr. Night Angel in a while, telling her to go back, and then when she returns home, she will see her father lying in a pool of blood, dying.

The girl's mood was a bit complicated, both excited and a bit sad.

Excited that her father could finally die.

Sadly her father is dying.

At this moment, she couldn't tell which of her emotions was real and which was false.

However, she prefers that the former is her real emotion, and the latter may be just a fabricated emotion in her heart to cater to the so-called ethical relationship.

The girl was just thinking wildly, sitting on a bench on the street, watching the occasional pedestrian pass in front of her.

Among them, two drunkards staggered over and came to the streetlight. They helped each other to unbuckle their belts and urinate in the street.

The sound of falling water reached the girl's ears. The girl turned her head and stared directly at the two people.

One of them shivered and lifted up his pants, noticing the girl next to him.

The girl was wearing a white coat today, with a beret of the same color on her head, and a pair of boots. Her petite body looked particularly cute and cute under the dim street lights.

The drunk man rubbed his eyes, then looked around. After seeing that there was no one else, he walked towards the girl with a grin on his face, "Little sister, why are you here alone? Do you want to go home with your uncle? Uncle will give it to you." Look at the good ones..."

Another drunk also noticed this scene and whistled while playing sparrow with the girl.

The girl just stared at the two people without any fear on her face. She just sighed slowly, "Boring."

Suddenly, the lewd smiles on the drunkards' faces disappeared.

Instead, there was a dull face as if possessed by an evil spirit.

The two of them walked away from the girl, like zombies, all the way to a crowded place, and suddenly began to take off their clothes and dance naked in front of the public.

It immediately attracted the attention of passers-by. Some people exclaimed, some took out their mobile phones to take videos, and some bit their lower lips...

Soon the police came and put an end to the farce.

And the blond girl who was the instigator of this incident had been sitting on a bench on this street without even changing her position.

"Emma Frost." A strange voice suddenly appeared from behind.

The girl suddenly raised her head and looked back while standing up from the chair.

The speaker was wearing a hooded white robe, and his face was a white mask with golden lines.

"Mr. Night Angel?" There was a hint of surprise in the girl's voice, "It's me."

"Are you a mutant?" Qinghuai just saw the scene about the drunkard in the distance.

The girl named Emma Frost's expression froze.

The word mutant is not a good symbol in today's society.

Most ordinary people call mutants patients, and the characteristics that are different from ordinary people due to genetic mutations are called diseases!

Not only ordinary people, but even some mutants themselves think this is a disease.

Not all mutants have mutant abilities as cool and powerful as Wolverine and Magneto.

There are many mutants who will develop serious physical or psychological defects after awakening.

In addition, most mutants are difficult to control after awakening their abilities for the first time. They often cause disasters, big or small, and are therefore despised.

In fact, one of the most important factors why people dislike mutants is fear.

Although the superheroes in the Avengers or their corresponding villains are all superhumans, they are in the minority after all, and there are many equipment streams like Iron Man.

But the emergence of mutants will gradually reduce this proportion.

So people are afraid.

Fear that one day one or one’s family will turn into a monster with physical defects.

He is afraid that his opponent will one day become a super human stronger than himself.

Fear that when superhumans become mainstream, mediocre self will become the so-called inferior person!

All in all, the current mainstream society does not have a friendly attitude towards mutants.

So when she heard Night Angel say that she was a mutant, Emma Frost hesitated.

She looked up at Night Angel and asked tentatively: "Do you hate mutants?"

"What is your mutant ability?" Qing Huai asked, looking at the girl who was the same height and build as the auction bunny, without answering.

He had determined that the little rabbit was a mutant.

There are many types of superhumans in this world, some who rely on external objects, some who rely on serum, some who are given abilities by gods, and some who are legendary gods themselves.

The reason why he didn't guess in the direction of other superhumans was because when Little Rabbit sent him a message before, she emphasized that her father was not a mutant.

Her father wasn't, she was.

Little Rabbit was silent for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Night Angel suddenly turn around and walk towards the long path not far away.

The little rabbit quickly followed.

"You should have seen just now that I can temporarily control people's thoughts, and... I can also read minds." Little Rabbit only told part of his abilities, but did not tell Qinghuai everything.

"Reading minds?" Qinghuai lowered his head and glanced at the little rabbit.

He suddenly thought, did this little girl use mind-reading skills on him during the auction?

"Don't worry, I won't use mind reading on you."

Little Rabbit said quickly: "And mind reading is not always successful. Last time I met an older brother at an auction. It was super difficult to read. I couldn't read him no matter what."

"Brother who is super difficult to read?"

Qinghuai walked calmly, wondering if that brother who was super difficult to read was him?

should be…

Logically speaking, he has both hands, and it is not easy for ordinary people to invade his mind. However, he has never met anyone who can read minds before, nor has he verified this phenomenon.

If this is the case, it can also explain why the little rabbit comes close to me...

"Well, he is a very mysterious and interesting brother, and he also has a sexy dog ​​with him..."

Little Rabbit did not rush to ask questions about killing his father. Instead, he remained obedient and answered every question, and followed Qing Huai honestly.

Qinghuai was basically sure that the person Little Rabbit was talking about was him.

But he still had a question in his mind. If the passive nature of his hands prevented him from reading minds, but he didn't notice it, was this normal?

Qing Huai did not delve into the issue for the time being. He glanced down at the little rabbit, slowed down and said, "Tell me about your father."

"My father is a bad man..." said Little Rabbit.

"You said your father killed your brother." Qing Huai interrupted Little Rabbit, "But in fact... your brother committed suicide."

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