Kuaiyin is 20 years old this year.

It has been 1.8 years since the man with silver hair and a height of more than 20 meters is now on the ground.

During these 20 years, I spent nearly seven years living in the basement—or to put it another way—being locked up in the basement by my mother, fearing that he would be harmed and taken away by the FBI or something.

When he was young, he still didn't understand why, but it was just a little different?

It was not his choice.

Later (during the fight) I gradually realized that everyone hates things that are different from themselves, so much that they don't bother to understand and don't want to touch them;

Anyway, as long as you have the label "different", you will not be a good person.

I can't really say why, but a little difference can separate you from the crowd, and you will be locked up in a basement, physically or mentally, just like him.

It's just that it was a long time ago, so long that he only remembered the fine dust floating in the air when he sat on the bed at noon and looked up, profusely, like the corpses of 1000 million golden butterflies.

After he turned 13, the small, unlit room couldn't keep him shut anymore, and it's been crowded ever since, filled with stuffed cheese sticks he'd brought back from the supermarket, games from the arcade. machine, a ping pong table that took up one-third of the basement area, and the cramped and stuffy air.

Oh, as you probably already know, he's a mutant and can run really fast, which is why there's no room for him in the basement, in fact, if he had legs, there would be no room for him.

If he wants, he can easily pull out his favorite things from the supermarket (from sandwich cheese sticks to ping pong bats), and he can run straight up to the Twin Towers-before [-]/[-], he could even sit on the Statue of Liberty. overlooking the whole of New York.

He might be the first person to do this—but he doesn't quite know, and he doesn't know if others will be as boring as him.

It all depends on whether he wants to do it or not.

Life is too boring for him. After browsing half of New York in just a few years, everything in the city is stereotyped and boring in his eyes.

New York is full of feasting lights at night, and the suburbs are full of trees during the day.Among the various people who came and went in a hurry, everyone had almost the same appearance, and he couldn't find anything that aroused his interest.

Maybe it's because there are too many interests and it's boring?

Who knows.

He didn't care anyway.

And just a few weeks ago, he, Quicksilver, the Sonic mutant, found a...how should I put it in this city?Good looking and interesting people.

It's more about looking good.

She's also the one who is so aware of his presence, and a mutant brother!

Although he still doesn't know what her ability is. (In this regard, she is really not mutant friendly enough)

Starting from the bar, she aroused his interest from the beginning to the end, from the inside out.

Her long burgundy hair hung in lively curls at the tail, her heavily made-up eyes sparkled with gold powder, and she clinged to metallic blue ribbons as she twirled on the pole.

There are also the white eyes when she is impatient, the eyebrows and eyes hidden behind the smoke when she smokes, and the white teeth that are exposed when she calls him cute.

Like an elk elf who lures hunters into the depths of the forest, or like a young and beautiful witch who invites boys to dance, and more like a little devil who forces people to sign an agreement with her.

Then, relying on the pure and sexy temperament mixed with him, to be simple, his charm made him do many stupid things for unknown reasons so far.

For example, go to the bar to watch her performance secretly every day, peek outside the Chinese restaurant and so on.As for things like following her home privately, there is no need to mention it.

He's a straight mutant.

Of course, these are not the point, at least not now.

Because just now, when she turned around and begged him with her hands folded and her eyes wide open, he unexpectedly found that he couldn't say anything, not even a single word, to refuse.

It's just horrible.

What's even more frenzied is that in this dark and narrow stairway, with the help of a yellow voice-activated light, Iris is so gentle and lovely that she seems to be glowing.

This is not logical at all, and it is also a situation he has never encountered in his 20 years of life.

His blood boiled to the point where he was terrified.

"please!"

Iris looked at him with her mouth tightly pursed like a wine-red rabbit.

Kuaiyin opened his mouth and found that his throat was blocked, and he was almost speechless.

"OK."

He heard his own voice clearly, so far away that it seemed to come from another world.

in an enclosed space.

"Ok."

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