[Zhongyingmei] She is a small public

None of the three older sisters dared to speak, because Magneto looked too scary.

His eyes were as deep as the night sky, his lips were stained with blood, and the terrifying killing aura on his body made people want to escape.

He looks like a madman.

Before the three sisters objected, Eric closed his eyes again - Scotty had to use his power again.

Eric 'went back' to the future.

Countless bright cubes appeared in front of his eyes again, and Eric had already figured out the principle. These cubes contained the future of different time periods.If he wants to go back alive, it's best to watch selectively.

In fact, Eric didn't seem to have a choice.He was quickly sucked in by a cube.He entered a very desolate house, with all kinds of things piled up in a mess in the corners, the sunlight sprinkled into the house through the narrow gaps in the windows nailed on the board, and the dust danced in the sunlight.

He saw Charles, leaning against the wooden cot with the worn quilt behind his head.The calendar on the wall shows that this future is ten years from now.

Charles leaned there, and Eric could tell at a glance that the clothes on his body were extremely cheap. In the past, this would not be something that a tasteful Charles would wear.Charles had also been decadent, but not like now, he looked much older and lifeless, like a living dead.

Eric didn't know how long he had been lying here, only heard a voice behind him, the door was opened and closed, heavy footsteps came, and then he saw Wolverine enter the room.

"Hey, Professor, I'm back. I'm lucky today. Guess how much extra tip that employer gave me?" Logan had a boyish smile on his face, and he took out the bag from his leather jacket mysteriously. A pile of money, "I got nine thousand dollars in all--enough for us to get away with it for a while."

Charles turned his head, and those dry eyes finally looked at him.

"What did you go to, the underground duel field, or the ****?" He asked softly.

"Mercenary, my old profession." Logan put the bag on the table, and brought drinks and food to Charles, "The arena is too eye-catching, they know that I am fleeing with you."

Charles watched his movements, looked at the food on the table, and didn't move.

"Why don't you believe that I've lost my leadership skills?" Charles said, and when he said this, he was able to do without emotion. "I can't lead mutants anymore, Logan, I ruined Myself, I’m not even as good as an ordinary person now—I’m a disabled person, and I can’t show my face, if you take me with you, I can only hold you back.”

Logan couldn't help using his fingers hard, and he put the can on the table with a 'bang'.

"You're not disabled, your powers are still available," he said, "If you think so, why don't you kill everyone in the world with your brains?"

Charles fell silent.

Logan pulled the chair and sat down. Eric saw that some wounds on his plump muscles had scabbed and were slowly healing.He gasped and glared at Charles.

"It's been ten years, Charles. Don't you understand? Do you think I'm really doing this shit for all mutants?" He said, "I saved you and protected you because I wanted to, even if one day you become You are old and ugly, and you fart at night, and I am willing to be with you all the time. You are each of us's mentor, my friend, and my comrade-in-arms—I am willing to drag you, do you understand?"

Charles turned his head and pointed the back of his head at Logan, like an angry child.Logan opened the packaging bags of those foods and opened the cans.

"Look at the current world, Charles. Superheroes are killed by humans, and mutants are hiding like mice. The earth is now smoky, and aliens and gods have been far away from here." Logan said, "In this way In this world, let’s make do with it, what ideals are there.”

Charles still ignored Wolverine.Eric can understand his thoughts. Charles has always had lofty pursuits. He must be confused and sad about his current situation.

"One bite for everyone?" Wolverine asked in a rare good-natured manner.He handed the bread to Charles, rubbed his shoulder, and Charles finally took the bread.

Logan took out the medicine from his pocket and handed it to Charles.Charles turned his head to look at it, a little reluctantly.

"After eating it, I feel like my memory is a lot worse," he muttered.

"For everyone's safety, eat it," Logan said.

……

When the scene changed, Eric only felt that the scenery he saw was getting more and more desolate.He was standing in a place that looked like a barren land. The few buildings were fastened with cheap iron sheets, and it seemed that Eric could unscrew them without moving his fingers.

Eric saw a black car drive up, the door opened, and a man in a suit got out of the car - it turned out to be Wolverine, Wolverine in a suit? !

What surprised Eric even more was that Logan looked old, his short gray and black hair intertwined, and there was a long and narrow wound on his wrinkled face that was no longer bleeding.He was walking forward, not far away, there was a sudden violent vibration from a circular building, which made Wolverine run over immediately.

Eric watched as he rushed into the room with the injection, and after a few seconds, the vibration stopped.

Eric also walked into the room, and the next second, he paused and opened his eyes wide.He saw Charles—Charles who was at least seven or eighty years old.He could no longer see the suave and suave look on the face of old Charles when he was young.

Old Charles was injected and lay weak on the bed, wearing a pilled and worn sweater.He closed his eyes, breathed lightly, and rested his fingers limply on the edge.Logan, who was wearing a cheap suit, was standing by the bed, still panting from the strenuous exercise just now.

Eric watched this scene, his chest felt tight, as if a huge hammer had been squeezing his heart, he watched the impoverished Charles, a nameless emotion made him almost out of breath.

"Logan..." Eric heard Charles whisper in that old, weak voice, "I talked to her again...I..."

"That's why you're being stupid." Logan said impatiently, "I've told you many times, Charles—the mutants are extinct, and there have been no new mutants for 20 years!"

The two began to quarrel, and for Eric, it was a strange feeling—he saw two people he was familiar with arguing, and they were all gray-haired old men, they looked so ordinary, they didn't even have a quarrel. Nothing like the past.

Afterwards, everything passed quickly - Logan picked up a little girl who couldn't speak English, named Laura, and she frowned just like Logan did.He looked at Charles like an old urchin who had won a bet and smugly said he was right—she was a New Mutant.

Charles reassured her that everything was going to be all right, that they were going to the sea, and buying a boat, the Sunseeker, and they were safe.

Then they were hunted down, fleeing for their lives, and Laura, who had the same ability as Logan, was hunted down by those bad guys.

They fled by road, Charles babbled like every old man, Logan was like an impatient son, as soon as he refuted, Charles would teach him a lesson, and Logan would in turn ask him if he took any medicine .

They met a kind-hearted black family on the road and invited them to go home and rest.Logan didn't want to go, he looked very rude, but Eric could see that he didn't want the family to get into trouble.But Charles wanted to go very much, and Logan couldn't hold him back.

During the dinner, everyone was chatting, and the little boy of the master’s family didn’t want to go up. Charles asked him why, but Logan told the boy to pay attention to his words, because Charles once opened a school.Charles, on the other hand, said that Logan had also attended school there, and he wished he could say that Logan was a good student, but unfortunately Logan had been expelled several times.

The family and Laura laughed, and even Eric couldn't help but hook his lips.

At the same time, watching the two of them, Eric had an eerie feeling—as if he had seen the last days of their lives, and this was their end.

At night, Logan and the host went to repair things in the wheat field, and only Charles was left resting on the bed.

Eric stared at his thin and dry back, watching him breathe weakly, which made Eric feel depressed.

The human world is still full of feasting, bustling, and a beautiful scene.But Charles, he shouldn't be like this. He will spend half his life running for his life, taking medicine to suppress his strength, and losing his students, his old house, and everything about him.He used to be such a high-spirited young man. Eric remembered that Charles disliked his jacket. Every time he visited him in the old house, Charles always asked him to dress.

Such a person who was raised in a good family can only lie on a rusty iron bed wrapped in a worn sweater in his old age. Eric doesn't know how long he has been like this, but it makes Eric feel depressed.

A figure appeared at the door of the bedroom, blocking the light in the corridor. Eric didn't look back, and neither did Charles.They all felt Logan's breath.

With his back to the door, Charles breathed lightly.

"You know, Logan, this is the best night I've ever had in all these years," said old Charles slowly. "It's always the happiest when you're with your family and friends. That's life."

He was silent for a few seconds, Eric only saw his side face, old Charles' eyes were cloudy, but still shining.

"But I don't deserve to have these. You know, I hurt them... hurt my most important people. You know it, but... that medicine, I can't remember those things, and you don't say it, we have already How long have you been escaping like this?" Charles repeated in a low voice, "I don't deserve these...I don't deserve it...but...I'm beginning to understand you now, you've had a hard time these years."

Logan walked in.

Eric looked sideways, and this glance shocked him. Wasn't that Logan, or was that a young, strong Wolverine? !Eric subconsciously wanted to use the power, and then he realized that he was not really here, and he watched as the young Wolverine dug his claws into the chest of old Charles, blood staining his clothes.

Erik almost roared with Wolf Girl - Laura pounced on the man and thrust the knife into his shoulder hard, but it didn't help, and the young Wolverine easily grabbed her.

He left the room, but Eric was still standing there, he watched all this happen, he was very angry, his eyes stayed on Charles' face, watching him coughing up blood, the blood continued to spread from his chest.

Logan finally rushed over, and he threw himself on Charles, clutching his chest feebly.

"That's not me...that's not me..." he repeated.

Logan wrapped Old Charles in a thin quilt and carried him downstairs. Eric followed behind them numbly. He followed Logan across the dead body of the black family. Logan put Old Charles in the pickup truck behind.

Both he and Logan could see that Charles was going to die, and the blood on Charles' chest stained Logan's fingers red.

"Hold it... Hold it and everything will be fine..." Logan choked up, clutching Charles' wound helplessly.

Charles leaned his head back slowly, his eyes looked at the starless night, and the pupils of his eyes became more and more dilated.

"... Eric." Old Charles suddenly called hoarsely.

Eric's pupils tightened, he approached old Charles, he stretched out his hand, but his fingers passed through Charles' face.

"Eric..." Charles turned his head, his sanity began to blur, he looked at Logan vaguely, and asked softly, "Where's Eric? And Riven, Han, cough——Hank —North Star—”

"Hush, shush..." Amidst the flames, the roar of the little girl in the distance, and the sound of the engine, Logan looked down at Charles, and he smiled reluctantly, "Have you forgotten? They are all here, in your old In the house. Eric helps you take care of your students...they are fine, everything is fine..."

"Oh..." Old Charles blinked his eyes slowly, and he said softly, "...I saw them... Logan... that ship, our Sunstrider... took them..."

Finally, he said, "I'm sorry."

Life flows from his pupils.

Charles is dead.

With his chest heaving, Logan roared and charged at the clone, and the two wrestled together like two beasts.

Eric was still standing there, looking at dead old Charles, and his open eyes, which had nothing but the dark sky.

A rush of blood rushed straight to Eric's brain, making his brain buzz, Eric's chest began to heave, his throat tickled, and he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

A great rage enveloped Eric, which was far beyond seeing himself dead.His world was rumbling, and the old Charles reclining in the back of the pickup truck was getting farther and farther away from him, and Eric broke away suddenly.

When he returned to the tent, he spat out the cherries. The golden cherries had been stained red by his blood, and turned into powder when they fell on the ground.

Eric's chest heaved violently, and under the rage, the whole ground began to vibrate, as if he hadn't heard it.

He wiped the blood from his nose and mouth, stretched out his hand, and slowly took off the helmet.

Immediately, Charles, who wanted to contact him all the time, squeezed in.

"Eric, where are you, I've been looking for you for a long time, you—"

Listening to the young, anxious voice, Eric breathed and closed his eyes.

"Charles, you are mistaken," he said. "Human beings are not worth saving."

Charles froze.

"What did you see, what did you find? Tell me, Eric," he said. "What's wrong with you? You look like you're going crazy, talk to me—"

"There's nothing to talk about." Eric opened his eyes, and he stared darkly at the front, "I want to kill all human beings, every human being."

"Wait--"

Eric put on the helmet decisively.

His mind was quiet again.

With straight eyes, he walked towards the door curtain, but was stopped by three old ladies.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" Dante asked.

"Get out of the way." Eric said coldly, "or I will kill you."

"If you see a bad future, you should think twice about your actions!" Dante said, "Perhaps it is your current choices that lead to what happens in the future."

Eric finally looked at her, his light-colored eyes were as cold as the winter wind, with a terrifying killing intent.

"I won't do it again," he said. "I'll kill every human being I meet and never give them a chance to breathe!"

"If there is a war, the mutants will also suffer a lot of casualties." Scotty said.

Magneto narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"If you only stop me with reason, I will let you die in front of human beings."

"We don't want to stop you, we've suffered more human persecution than you," Dante said, "I mean—maybe we have other options."

"What choice?" Magneto said coldly.

The three sisters looked at each other, and Scotty took a deep breath.

"Did you know the story about a princess and her three omnipotent wishes?" she said. "The princess was an elf named Iteo."

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