The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

If it were a normal person, they might think Li Qianhuan's suspicion was nonsense, just that she felt his expression was unfamiliar because she hadn't seen Magneto for a few days.

After all, so many mutants on the scene hadn't noticed anything wrong, and there were quite a few mutants present who were often with Magneto.

Cyclops, the second-in-command cultivated by Magneto, often received Magneto's guidance; Beast Hank often helped Magneto with technical problems; these two spent a lot of time with Magneto due to work needs.

If these two didn't find anything wrong, what basis did a student like you have to speak without proof?

But Yang Le wasn't an ordinary person; he was a transmigrator who knew the nature of American comics. When your teammate says something feels wrong, you better pay attention.

This was the experience Yang Le had accumulated from watching several American comics. Those who didn't believe their teammates' words died miserably, usually serving as stepping stones to introduce the main problem of the event, the big BOSS.

So, although Yang Le didn't know the basis of Li Qianhuan's words, he still kept the little girl's words in mind.

There are no airtight walls in the world. If Li Qianhuan was just overthinking, everyone would be happy, but if what she said was true, Magneto would eventually be exposed.

But he couldn't speak out now.

Seeing that Li Qianhuan didn't seem to be in a good mood, Yang Le took the initiative to leave with her. He could tell that this little one obviously didn't want to be the first to leave this welcome party.

"Let's go, Qianhuan. I still have a berry patch to manage. It's an experimental field, and people can't leave for too long. Maybe you can come and help me."

"Ah?" Li Qianhuan was taken aback. "Ah! Okay, are those the berries used to make berry cakes? I thought you were just teasing me before."

"I never make promises I can't keep," Yang Le said, stroking Li Qianhuan's head with his tree-bark-like hand.

Li Qianhuan's face lit up, the disappointment just now swept away. She took Yang Le's hand off her head and held it, walking towards the berry patch.

A large and a small figure, the small one bouncing and leading the large one forward, the large one slowly following behind, looking like a real father and daughter.

The two figures walked further and further away, and no one noticed that a gaze was coldly watching them.

"What's wrong, Headmaster?"

Scott felt a little strange when he saw Magneto staring intently at one spot. He asked while following Magneto's gaze to see if he could find anything.

But by the time his gaze swept over, Yang Le and Li Qianhuan had already disappeared around the corner of the house. Cyclops, without his X-ray vision, naturally didn't see anything.

"It's nothing, Scott," Magneto replied with a smile. "I just want to remember the current floating island in my mind. After the mutant kingdom is established, this place will definitely be expanded, and then all of this can only appear in my memory."

"Then why don't we take a photo," Gambit, who had just arrived, suggested. "Let's get everyone on the island together and take a photo as a souvenir."

This suggestion was immediately approved by everyone present, whether it was the good thing of taking a photo with Magneto or the honor of leaving a photo as the first residents of the mutant kingdom, they couldn't refuse.

"What do you think, Headmaster?" Scott asked with a smile.

"Of course," Magneto laughed heartily, but he quickly reassured the excited crowd.

"But it's getting late today, and the photos taken at night will definitely not look good. Let's wait for a sunny day."

Cyclops looked down at the time. His ruby glasses prevented him from telling the time by light alone, so he could only look at the time on his watch.

Indeed, as Magneto said, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. It would take a lot of time just to organize people for a photo, and it would take time to arrange the positions after everyone arrived. By the time everything was ready, it might be dark.

"Besides, I think such a meaningful thing should be done when the mutant nation is established."

Faced with Magneto's reasonable statement, everyone agreed. In fact, everyone present would agree with whatever Magneto said, after all, he was Magneto.

Thus, after agreeing on the photo activity, the crowd gathered on the open space began to slowly disperse. Scott walked to Magneto's side after seeing that almost everyone had left.

"Headmaster, I have…"

"Wait a minute, Scott."

Scott was just about to tell Magneto what had happened in the past few days, but the latter raised his hand to interrupt him.

"I've been living in the open these past few days, and I'm still a little sleepy. We'll talk about anything when I wake up."

"This… okay," Scott hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

However, Magneto had already turned around before he could answer, and walked towards his house.

After Magneto closed the door, Beast scratched his head and walked to Scott and Gambit, saying with a suspicious look, "Am I being too sensitive? I always feel that the headmaster is a little different."

"Is that so?" Gambit looked at Beast in surprise. "I don't feel anything different."

"Maybe the headmaster is too tired," Scott comforted the two, also convincing himself.

…

"Wow!" Li Qianhuan looked at the bushes in front of her, the little stars in her eyes almost materialized.

"I never thought I could have my own berry patch one day, and such a big one."

"That's not just yours, glutton," Human Torch Johnny interjected from the side.

"You shouldn't be called Human Torch Johnny," Li Qianhuan glared at Johnny fiercely. "You should be called Cold Water Man!"

"Cold Water Man is over there," Johnny pointed to Iceman Drake on the side.

"It's Iceman, Johnny," Drake corrected.

"I feel like it's about the same," Human Torch curled his lips.

"Is this how you usually get along?" Magik Illyana, sitting under a tree in the distance, asked Colossus beside her.

"Pretty much," Colossus scratched his head. "Drake and Johnny always argue after a few words, just like real ice and fire, but don't worry, they just move their mouths, they never move their hands."

"I'm not worried," Magik rolled her eyes at her brother. The adults were standing next to them, it wasn't her place as a minor to meddle.

"Alright, you two," Yang Le gave each of them a flick on the forehead. While the two were crying out in pain, he gave each of them a handful of berries, deeply understanding the parent's policy of giving a sweet date after a beating.