[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

Making this decision was not easy for Siuro.

But this world is too dangerous and the situation is too complicated, he urgently needs the help and advice of others.

And from what he knows about Magneto's memory, although he has a different position from Magneto himself, Professor X is definitely a trustworthy person.

He wanted to ask Charles about Wanda, about the conflict between the Mutant Brotherhood and the Red Devil, and about what he should do so that his conscience would not hurt during this short exchange time.

This behavior is almost his habit.When he encounters difficulties in doing experiments, besides calming down to study, it is also a good way to participate in various conferences and communicate with colleagues, which can open up ideas.

Charles was a little surprised at his candor.

The eyes of the two met, and Charles raised his hand slightly.

Captain Cyclops, who had just arrived at the scene after climbing out of the medical cabin, saw the dictator Magneto put the helmet in his hand on the ground, slowly bent down, stretched out his arms, and held his principal Wrapping it in his arms, he said sincerely, "Thank you for your understanding, Charles."

The frightened captain: "???"

He quickly closed his eyes and took off the red quartz glasses, and wiped them carefully with his sleeve before he dared to put them back on and opened his eyes.

Magneto rested his head on Charles' shoulder.

Charles rubbed Magneto's head lovingly.

The team leader held out Erkang's hand and silently protested: "NO!!!"

Magneto's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth, looking at his mouth, he seemed to say that he had a hard time these days.

Charles smiled more lovingly at Magneto, and said softly, "My boy, you've done a great job."

The sun shines on the two of them. If you ignore their age and status, they really look like a kind and gentle elder and a wronged child.

The squad leader scratched his head expressionlessly: "..."

What to do, I really want to scream.

Scott believed from the bottom of his heart that the two must have been brain-controlled by an unknown force.

"Skinny guy," Logan slapped Scott's back with a paw, and asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

"what!"

Scott finally yelled on the grounds of being scared by Logan.

Logan picked up a cigar, lit it with a click, puffed out white smoke comfortably, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and mocked nonchalantly: "Bitch."

Scott pulled Logan's claws off, turned his head, put his fingers on the glasses frame, the corners of his mouth were tight and his face was indifferent.

Logan seemed to like seeing Scott so angry, and stretched out his fist at him, with an Edman metal claw sticking out like a shining middle finger.

Scott pressed the button next to the glasses frame.

Scott shot two thin red lights.

Logan's cigar was shot off from the temple and a small piece was burned, which he extinguished with his own hands.

He yelled: "Damn One-Eyed! This is not cheap! Why do you keep burning all the expensive things on me!!"

"Logan, it's March now. The grass here doesn't have a high water content, which can easily cause large-scale fires. Please don't throw cigarette butts everywhere." Charles reminded in Logan's brain.

He had no choice but to lift his foot in combat boots and step on it, crushing the flames.

"Can you stop being so naive," Scott frowned, and returned to a mature and stable look, and began to worry: "We should go, go and see the wounded, if there are any who can't move, let others help , we need to immediately form a team and retreat."

Logan's eyes drifted seemingly casually over Scott's legs.

Half of his leg was knocked off, and when he was in the medical cabin, he forcibly injected himself with high-strength oxytocin.His legs grew back temporarily, but his body was very weak, his face was as pale as paper, and even his ruddy lips could not see a trace of blood, but it made him more handsome and stern.

——This kind of limb regeneration technology is reproduced from alien civilization, which is not very suitable for human beings, and faces the danger of immune system collapse at any time.

The thick-skinned Logan had never cared about the medical system, but his keen intuition told him that the thin man who bickered with him all day should be very uncomfortable now.

So Logan shrugged his shoulders and said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll help you to take a look, you don't have to worry about you, a thin man who walks wobbly."

Scott rolled his eyes: "I really appreciate your understanding."

Logan smiled with white teeth all over his mouth: "You're welcome."

As for Xi Ouluo, he felt a very wonderful experience.

Charles's spiritual power penetrated gently, passed through the barrier of the body, skipped over the gullies of the cerebral cortex, and reached the depths of the soul like the lightning and thunder that opened up the world.

Xi Ouluo felt a pair of gentle eyes watching his life carefully.Their eyes are very gentle, without any value judgment that may be embarrassing.

So amidst the shame and resistance of being spied on, Xi'ouluo also felt a kind of understanding relaxation.

Charles also devoted all his mental strength, across the barrier of the universe and the body, trying to get to the bottom of a lonely soul that drifted here for unknown reasons.

He looked at Xi Ouluo's life, his emotions, his relatives and friends, his loneliness, his struggle, his confusion, his kindness, his malice...

Just looking at Xi Ouluo's life, it seems to have read the experience of countless people.

Charles almost fell into it. He had never seen anyone's memory filled with so many things, so colorful and colorful like a kaleidoscope.

One moment before, he was trampled on the head in the toilet of the prison, and the opponent's fist had not yet landed. The next moment, he followed Xi Ouluo, had dinner with the female star in a suit and leather shoes, and gave away valuable gifts. jewelry...

So chaotic, confused and disorderly, yet so charming.

Looking at Eric with a cold and indifferent face, Professor Charles Jr. felt that he should have become angry from embarrassment.

He seemed to find it quite interesting, so he reached out his hand to block Eric's way, "Wait a minute first."

Eric asked him dissatisfied: "You found out that I am not Weissman early on, and you still waste time talking so many useless words, is it fun?"

Charles didn't speak, but Eric knew the answer from his eyes.

He did find it amusing.

Eric was in a delicate mood.

His Charles was already in the same age group as him, and he led a group of juniors as teachers, even if Pi just made a calm gesture.It is rarely the same as now, with bright eyes, and a smile on the corner of the mouth with a little pride after playing with people, like some kind of fluffy animal.

This more or less reminded Eric of the old days, and he felt a certain emotion—love or paternal love... like a mountain?

Charles' wheelchair was between the door and Eric, and he said to Hank with his brain: "Can you make me a pot of black tea? I want to have a good chat with my guest."

Eric cleared his throat, but decided that he should leave this dangerous place quickly.

"Mr. Xavier, please get out of the way, I have other arrangements in the afternoon."

Charles raised his head, looked at him innocently, and asked gently: "Then stay and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Eric immediately interjected: "...then it's hard to do."

Hank, who was debating whether to make tea: "..."

Ten minutes later, two cups of black tea were steaming on the table with a faint tea fragrance.

Charles entertained quite warmly: "Would you like to have a few sips of tea? You should be hungry now after eating in the morning."

Eric glanced at the delicate small plate, picked out a piece of pale yellow Earl Gray milk tea cake from a pile of colorful fluorescent macarons, and ate it.

He really couldn't figure it out, neither Hank nor Charles should like things like macarons?

"How does it taste?" Charles let his cup of tea steam, and looked at Eric with his chin propped up. "I like Hank's craftsmanship more and more, but his cooking is still not British enough."

Eric couldn't help mocking: "Fortunately, he didn't do enough English."

Charles was not angry either, and said with a smile: "Indeed, many people find it difficult to like British food."

Eric looked at Charles and ate two more.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked, noticing Eric's eyes.

Swallowing the dessert in his mouth, Eric went straight in: "You want to read my brain."

Charles was not surprised that he could guess, he finally picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Then can I get your permission?"

It's one thing to deal with enemies telepathically, but quite another to read other people's brains and lives.Whichever Charles it was, was very cautious about it, and they believed that reading other people's brains required their consent except in emergencies.

Eric knew it well.

He met Charles with calm light green eyes and asked him, "Do you want to read my memory or Weissman's?"

Charles answered him equally seriously: "I want to. I want to know the relationship between mutants and humans in the parallel universe, and I also want to know how such magical abilities as Dr. Weissman happened, and whether he is another mutant. What about people?"

His eyes were full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, very young.

Eric found sadly that he couldn't refuse such a Charles, such a Charles who was younger than his son Kuaiyin.

In his own universe, the more fiercely he fights with the evenly matched Charles, the deeper the casualties and the deeper the gap, the more impossible it is for him to reject this more immature and beautiful friend in front of him than he imagined.

Eric: "Okay."

"Then let's start." Charles clasped his fingers, a little nervous.

Eric relaxed himself, leaned back in the chair, and closed his eyes.

Charles tentatively infiltrated his mental power like quicksilver.

He saw the crazy and sad Wanda, and her whole distorted world, mutants, humans, slaughter, high-handed rule, resistance, death...

As well as maze-like, kaleidoscope-like, the weird and charming soul of Sioro.

After I don't know how many turns I have passed, I passed by again and again.Another group of extremely similar mental power bumped into it inadvertently.

The two Charles met.

As if there was an endless gravitational force, two groups of bright sparks burst open with a bang.

The author has something to say: Lao Wan: Actually, I treat you like a goose

Professor: Actually, I also regard you as a son of a goose.

Professor Xi Ouluo and Xiao:? ? ?