In the corridor on the third floor of the old house.

Pitro pouted with his short arms, and his short silver-gray hair exploded like a little hedgehog with a stupid head.

He was held in James' arms and wandered around for a few times, and he grunted reluctantly.

"Grandpa... don't send my sister away, why don't you let me go with Wanda! Anyway, they are all going to school, so why should we separate us?"

He lay down on James' shoulder like a kitten. Pitro saw his father shaking the oxtail flower in his hand, looking at him with a smile, quickly retracted his head and arched it into his grandfather's arms, and occasionally looked at him.

James gently stroked Pitro's little head, hugged the little guy and walked downstairs, and said softly:

"Your sister's situation is quite special. You can't go to the college like you do. Today, she just takes Wanda there to recognize the door. From now on, she will come home to accompany you on weekends and holidays..."

Eric looked at his father with jealousy and coaxed his young son Pitro, and had to admit that it was a talent to recruit children to like him.

The twins Wanda and Pitro have shown mutant power characteristics last year. The ability of their younger brother Pitro is easy to understand. Simply put, it is high-speed movement.

And his sister Wanda Lancheer, who was born only thirty seconds earlier, has a very strange and complex force...

Walking out of the gate of the old house castle, James put Pitro on the ground and wanted to hold his hand, but even though Xiao Douding straightened his arm, he was still a little short of reaching James' hanging fingertips.

Finally, Pitro jumped and walked in front, moving at high speed from time to time, disappearing, and grabbed a wild man and raised it over his head to show it to his father and grandfather.

The three grandparents and grandsons walked towards the back of the old house, and finally found the little girl who was weaving a wreath for her sister Anya in the middle of the mountain, under the shadow of a flower bush.

The fleshy little hands swayed and raised a series of light red mists. Many blooming mountain flowers were led to float towards a vine like green willow, surrounding them into a colorful flower head ring.

Wanda, who had shoulder-length red hair, looked like a ball of tender white meatballs covered with tomato sauce, and her round eyes blinked and said in her breasts:

"Hehe, sister, put it on~"

Little Wanda twisted her butt and pounced against Anya Ranchere, hummingly squeezing away the big fat cat that was leaning in her sister's arms and refused to move. The alien beast "Mr. Gus" called out twice in aggrievedly, and had to lie on the lawn on the side to continue dozing.

Anya gently picked up Wanda and asked her to put the garland on her head. Her long chestnut hair drooped over her waist and draped on the ground, but she heard her young sister rubbing her hands and saying seriously:

"Grandpa is going to take me to school far away, and my sister is going to take care of Pitro and her parents... "

Wanda's little adult Qiqiai Ai instructed him that he did not seem to resist leaving the house like his younger brother Pitro, but instead he was called

The mysterious world of "magic" is particularly curious.

Sigh!

Pitro also rushed into Anya's arms like a flash of silver lightning. The orange cat at his feet had just gotten asleep and was suddenly shocked and fur fur burst out. He opened his mouth slightly and blew out. After thinking for a while, he sobbed and swallowed again.

"Wuwuwu...Sister, Wanda, we are going to be broken up! It's all my fault for dad, he woowu, let's blame him anyway."

Eric couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was obvious that his father was going to send Wanda to that place to practice, but it was always his turn to take the blame.

James happily watched the adopted son and his grandchildren's "father, kind and filial son" tugging for a while, and finally took Wanda and Pitro down the mountain.

Anya smiled and looked at them leaving. A buzzing sound came from her ears, and bees fell on the flower headband made by her sister Wanda for her.

Subconsciously took off the garland and looked carefully, the bee was crawling into a lilac stamen and collecting honey.

The colorful and diverse flowers are not picked and worn out, but grow like a natural green vine, which is closely connected between the rhizomes and stems.

There was a trace of separation.

"My little sister, the creature is recreated, she is so talented, and she is so talented. There is also the proud bird with a flowing flame. Grandpa will worry more about the future."

Anya wreathed back again, letting the bee stay in the stamens and sucking honey. She lay lazily on the lawn and looked at the sky rolling clouds, as if gradually integrating with the forest and the world...

"Does grandpa miss Wanda?"

"Of course, it will be there every day. Not only during the holidays, but also on daily basis, my grandfather will often come to see my "little meat buns."

"...Well, and dad, so is dad!"

In the hall of Kamataj's Sanctuary in New York, Wanda looked back at the spiraling gateway of the sparks. The opposite was the quaint and cold house eaves and the snowy peaks and cliffs of distant mountains.

Hesitantly turned his head back, and the little girl grabbed James' loose clothes and said squeaking:

"Wanda must first learn the magic of opening the "door", so that she can go home to find her grandfather at any time!"

"Well! With our smart minds in small meat buns, we will definitely learn it once, but without the teacher's permission, remember not to run around."

"You can also come and see your dad. If you are not in the old house, you will be in the wolf's nest!"

On the other side of the light gate, a thin and tall figure stood quietly in front of the gate of the Holy Hall, as if waiting for something.

Wanda, carrying a small leather bag, clenched her fists and was about to run into the space portal, then returned to her father Eric Lancheer and hugged his thighs.

"Dad, please pay more attention to your health. You look much older than grandpa..."

Eric squatted down excitedly, holding his daughter, and was about to burst into tears. But as soon as the words reached his mouth, he heard Wanda whispering to his ear:

"Wanda won't tell her mother about her father chatting with that beautiful sister on the beach during winter vacation, but Pitro is hard to say."

As soon as the little guy finished speaking, he left his petrified father squatting in place, rushed through the light gate with his little face tense, rushed to the mage of the plain robes and tidied up his clothes as if he was decent.

He knelt on the ground.

"Wanda Lancheer, I've met Master."

His white and tender forehead really knocked the blue bricks in front of the palace, with a hint of redness and dust. He looked at the figure in front of him seriously and did not get up.

"Why do you need this? You don't need this here."

The Supreme Master squatted down calmly and looked at the little girl who was only five or six years old in front of him, with a clear but empty voice.

"Grandpa said, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day, one day,

".….Oh well."

Gu Yi smiled, his frosty white cheeks dyed a hint of warm red.

She picked up Wanda, gently brushed away the dust stained on the girl's forehead with some cold fingertips, waved to a young female wizard, and took Wanda down to settle down.

Before the light gate was cut off, the Supreme Master walked past the portal and looked at James and Eric who were still waiting there and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry, please forgive Wanda's naughty and nonsense in the future."

Gu Yi saw "Magneto" solemnly asking, waved his hand and said he didn't have to care. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by James's deep words:

"Where is the hair."

James looked at Gu Yi's smooth skull. His platinum-long hair seemed to have never existed before. There were a few shallow marks on his head, only the pale and beautiful face was still the same as before.

"A person will always lose something after living for a long time."

When the Supreme Master saw James staring at him but not speaking, the atmosphere was cold and quiet for a moment. Finally, Gu Yi fell down his eyebrows, and the leisurely Weng folded his thin lips.

"Chaos magic, the ancestor of all magic, the oldest independent magic form, is impossible, unknown, unspeakable and strange burning of life fire, and the earliest accidental events in the universe and the primitive light of the cognitive spirit...

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"...It is the pure creation and destruction of good and evil, in the turntable of life and death, or everything outside them, representing infinite possibilities."

James breathed a sigh of relief. Eric beside him looked back and forth at the faces of the two people in a daze. He did not know much about the power related to magic and the mysterious realm.

"Mr. Howlit, you have given me a big problem." Gu Yi held his hands, and the small folding fan of the sandalwood in his sleeves kept spinning, and it was another mysterious word.

"Do you still care? There are countless problems in your eyes every day."

James glanced at the brass pendant hanging on Gu Yi's chest, and his eyes were filled with spirit and continued without waiting for the other party to answer:

"Since Wanda represents infinite possibilities to some extent, let this possibility accompany you. Laura has no talent to call you a teacher, but this child...hehe, she is more likeable than Laura."

The folding fan in the Supreme Master's hand suddenly stopped rotating. She turned around and waved her hand to open the space portal splashing with sparks, and walked back to the ancient temple on the snowy peak, and then disappeared.

Following James and leaving the New York Sanctuary of Kama Taj, Eric walked on the road to Black Street and finally figured out something that wasn't right.

"Dad, let's reach the bottom..."

James smiled casually and waved his hand no longer. His tall and heroic appearance and a black robe that was not suitable for modern urban clothes attracted the attention of passers-by.

"Wanda is an 'Omega', and like Jean Grey, she has potential that we cannot define. Her power is inherently a certain magical trait, not just mind power, energy release, etc. As for the words of the ancient wizard."

James strode but suddenly stopped. He stopped and looked back. He watched Eric gradually climbing onto the traces of time, and suddenly he seemed to see him as he was still a teenager.

"——Don't worry too much about the mage's words. She refers to the greatness and rare nature of Wanda's power, but no matter what it is or what danger it may bring, Dad will not let our children get lost."

Eric was stunned for a moment, and suddenly grinned happily, and looked around the road, which was very close to Charles Xavier's home in New York.

"By the way, Daddy, where has Charles been going these days? I feel like I haven't seen him for a long time."

"Professor Charles...hehe, that's right... it's not even time you should know."

James blinked, and his words were filled with an indescribable weirdness. His strange eyes that he had never seen before made Eric Lancheer feel a chill on his back?

Page and Steve's home, in Brooklyn, New York, was the original address of a community land called "Hull Kitchen" in the 1930s.

This is also where Steve once lived with his mother, not far from the "Hollitt Grade Technology Institute" that year.

However, this discovery and experimental base, which once belonged to the highest new technology in the United States and even the world, has now been transformed into a general group scientific research institution.

Most of the technological products that cannot easily appear in ordinary human society have moved to other more secret research bases more than 20 years ago.

Although it is a separate villa, it does not seem too luxurious and abrupt. Strictly speaking, the Rogers's home is more like a retro building from the 1940s and 1950s, full of comfort, warmth and elegant classic temperament.

Page lightly kicked off two black high heels when he entered the house and accurately fell back to the position he should have on the shoe rack.

The extraordinary physique created by the "Styx" serum and the boxing cultivation level that has reached the second level of killing skills over the past few years have kept Peggy in a vigorous spirit and held the most important intelligence and information department of SHIELD for decades.
To be continued...