Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

This time it was the turn of the mutants including Charles.

The students didn't know what was going on, thinking that Charles only suspended the consciousness of Tony and Roxy, but they didn't know that the professor's instinctive reaction at that moment blocked all the humans present.

Also includes Daisy.

Doing so would be unfair to a toddler who is still ignorant of everything. He should have withdrawn his mind control immediately, but the fact is right in front of him—control is useless on a small group.

Professor Xavier's sparkling eyes and slightly parted lips are really delicious.

Daisy didn't know what it meant to be beautiful, she saw all the moving people around her looking at her, and then pulled her father hard, but there was still no response, her face was a little scared, she called "Mom" in a low voice, and buried her face in her father's chest inside.

Those little hands bravely hugged the old father's shoulders tightly.

A warm gaze from behind was always staring at her.

"Is there any occasion for showing off?" Cyclops Scott complained grimly behind Charles.

He didn't name them by name, but who caused this scene is well known to each other.

Bobby, known as "Iceman", had a moment of embarrassment on his face - anyone without superpowers can be a hero, he undoubtedly wanted to show off his skills in front of this superhero, impulsive and reckless, but he did not hurt the other party the meaning of.

What's more, it's not like the other party has never seen a supernatural person in that Avengers alliance, so he won't be frightened.

When Scott said this, Bobby couldn't find the steps, and his heart started to "fire": "At least I don't burn trees, and there is no threat to other people's lives."

Scott was getting more and more upset when he heard this, and secretly clenched his fists.

The fist didn't go out.

Charles looked back, did not speak, and his eyes were not fierce, but inexplicably turned Cyclops into a cat being stroked, and he fell silent instantly, without answering Bobby's words.

He probably doesn't want to copy books in the study anymore.

The professor doesn't scold the students who make mistakes easily. He picks out a book in the study and asks people to read it quietly.

From H. T. White to Neil Gaiman, Scott has read books across several categories.

"Scared the baby," Charles said.

Little Daisy was still huddling into Tony's arms. She hadn't seen anything for a long time. She glanced back quietly, meeting Charles' gaze, and quickly buried her head back like an ostrich.

"You have to apologize to Mr. Stark, Bobby." The professor looked at the student who was rude to the guests, "Scott is right, your showing off is meaningless."

Poppy turned his head away.

In fact, it is not as meaningless as Charles said.

The professor regained the consciousness of the adults, and did not erase their memories. Iron Man, who was stiff for a moment, came back to his senses, his maple syrup-colored pupils focused, looked at the stern-faced Bobby, and then at the apologetic Charles, and reacted It was much faster than expected, and immediately took a step back with the daughter in his arms.

Looking at the mood became not very good.

After retreating and retreating without hindering his judgment, he said lightly: "Mutant."

The special students in the so-called gifted schools are special here.

It's not a trick, it's a superpower after genetic mutation.

When the Avengers Alliance was first established, Tony saw Nick Fury’s mutant recruitment plan, but after this group of genetic mutants caused turmoil in Washington, D.C., they gradually disappeared and disappeared from public view for a long time .

Tony Stark doesn't mind co-existing with other heroes, as long as they don't mess with each other.

But who would have thought that he would live just across from the school run by mutants when he came to Westchester for a weekend.

Thinking so calmly, he turned his head and glanced at Roxy who was traveling with him.

Roxy didn't feel strange at all, regained consciousness, still carrying the apple pie basket in a reserved and magnanimous way around the group of students.

Daisy moved slightly in Tony's arms.

Dad's voice gradually dispelled the little fear that rose in her heart. Of course, it was mainly because, lying on her shoulders, her bright blue eyes could clearly see her big brothers and sisters not far away sitting around on the grass.

The round apple pies are lined up, obviously ready to be cut and eaten.

The old father was face to face with the professor, with a serious expression on his face, when he suddenly saw a movement in the other's eyes, he couldn't help it, and finally raised his hand slowly, pointing to his shoulder for the purpose of friendly reminder.

Looking sideways, Tony saw that there was already a puddle of wet saliva on his shoulders.

"Shall we have apple pie?" Charles asked.

"Do not."

When the mouth says no, the body often runs counter to the mind.

In the end, the old father still sat cross-legged with a bunch of mutants, not because he was greedy, but because the little daughter couldn't bear it. Seeing someone share a piece of delicious apple pie, she eagerly wanted some.

Roxy was handing out clockwise in fairness, this time placing a piece in Poppy's hands.

Bobby held the apple pie in his hand, and was not in a hurry to eat it. His eyes slanted to the side, and from the corner of his vision, he quietly looked at a small figure sitting in front of the lord with his chubby legs crossed.

Sitting here is a little stressful for him.

Daisy watched someone else take a bite of the pie, and the apple filling was so sweet that honey dripped from the corner of her mouth. She kept her eyes fixed and sat there motionless, with a trace of crystal slipping out of the corner of her mouth.

It was wiped off by the old father with a finger.

But this little gluttony is greedy, the older brothers and sisters enjoyed the delicious food in front of him, and they didn't cry for it. They just put their hands in their hands, obediently waiting for their portion to come into their hands.

Before Roxy turned around and went to the plate to take a portion, Tuanzi caught sight of a hand holding an apple pie.

Pointing his fingertips to her face, it was clearly for her.

Daisy looked up at Bobby who was full of discomfort, she was overjoyed, she stretched out her little hand and held it like a baby.

She got a surprise, and she wanted to show her father a look. She smiled and bent her little eyebrows, not knowing how happy she was.

Bobby coaxed the little Stark family, and then looked at Tony's face.

Although there was still no expression on that face, it didn't look like he was angry.

"What do you want me to say?" Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Tony said first, "I don't think your ice is terrible, I just think it's too ugly to blow up."

As soon as Bobby's apology reached his throat, he choked and held back, but he couldn't say anything.

"This is a good place." Charles was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs were bad, so it was inconvenient to sit on the ground with everyone, watching the students enjoying their afternoon tea quietly, it was like a breeze blowing, blowing his eyes. Lan trembled slightly, "There is enough space and it is very quiet. These children can live and study well."

He was speaking to Tony.

"Your beginning is drowsy," Tony said.

Xiaotuanzi sitting in front of him lowered his head and indulged in the sweet sea of ​​apple pie, only hated that his mouth was too small to swallow the pie in one bite, and he ate it, his face was covered with sweet and greasy sugar, like a tabby cat.

The father reached out and flicked his daughter's little curly hair that was sticking to the sugar in front of her ear: "I'm just here for a weekend, and I don't plan to tell the FBI or CIA about meeting the mutants."

"I'm not worried about that." Charles just laughed, "It depends on whether we want to reveal the location of the school or not."

"You don't block me." Tony said.

"I don't need to hide from you." Charles said, "Besides, you are Roxy's friend."

While he was talking, he was distracted for some reason, and looked at Daisy who was eating.

Little Daisy is carefree, her only worry is that there are too few apple pies, but her father refuses to give him a second piece.

She gratefully put the last small triangle of pie into her mouth, looked at her empty hands, and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

The loss stopped at Poppy who moved over slowly.

Bobby saw that Tony was talking to Professor Xavier, and then looked at the little thing who was sad after eating snacks. He wanted to coax her, stretched out a hand, and lowered his voice: "Look."

Daisy raised her eyes at the sound.

When I looked up, I saw a very strange picture.

The young man's originally empty palm suddenly had a super miniature whirlwind, so miniature that it could only rotate along the lines of the palm.

Tuanzi opened his eyes wide and moved towards this side curiously.

As the whirlwind spun, the ice began to fall.

The ice, which is finer and softer than salt grains, twists together, rolls bigger and bigger, and gradually twists into a small firm and cold apple.

The apple ended up filling Poppy's hand, which is actually pretty big.

Daisy spent a winter on the earth, but at that time she was still too young, she was rolled into a thick ball, she couldn't crawl, she could only roll around on the bed.

I may have seen snow, but I don’t remember seeing it.

There is still about a month before this year's winter, and now she enjoys the fun of rubbing snowballs in advance, hooking her head, seeing the finished product, and touching it with her hands, it is very cold.

It made her smile with crooked eyes.

"Is it fun?" Poppy asked.

As soon as his hand leaned forward, the small ice and snow apple rolled into Daisy's small hand that had already held it.

Seeing her touch her nose lovingly is very rewarding.

It's a pity that the sense of accomplishment turned into an eyeball "ah" in the next second.

Hearing the call, the old father looked back and saw his little daughter struggling to open her mouth wide, nibbling a small apple made of ice in her hand.

Because of the cold, her mouth is as lively as an old woman with little hands.

"..."

Charles on the side naturally followed Tony's gaze, bent his lips to smile, and saw a shadow sitting behind a window of the castle out of the corner of his eye, his smile suddenly faded.