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Above the mountains, a tranquil, poignant night sky with stars shining on the wooden houses in the mountains below, the houses are glowing with yellow lights, which look warm and peaceful.

"Do you know why the moon is so lonely?" The silver fox was dressed in a white nightdress, with a gentle smile on his face, and came to Logan (Wolverine, this paragraph is temporarily replaced by Logan, and the second half of the chapter is changed back), looking at Logan who was sitting on the sofa and drinking to himself, the woman raised her legs and rode on Logan's body, "Logan? I'm asking you. ”

"Why are you so lonely?" Rogan asked softly with a smile and a bottle in one hand, looking up at his gentle wife, leaving his troubles behind.

"Because the moon once had a lover." Silver Fox said with a smile, looking down and pinching Logan's chin, lifting it slightly.

"Huh." Logan smiled and shook his head.

"The Moon's lover is called 'Quecovac', and he used to live with 'Moon' in the world of the gods, and every night, they would wander the night sky together." The woman moved Logan's cheek and looked out the window, a thin layer of clouds floating below the moon in the poignant night sky, faintly and beautifully.

"Huh? Is this a myth? Logan raised an eyebrow at the moon and asked softly.

"However, there was a god who was very jealous of the two, so he deceived 'Quécovac' by giving flowers, and the wild rose of the earth was the favorite flower of the moon goddess." The silver fox whispered, and the gentle voice floated through the cozy wooden house, making Logan's sharp eyes soften.

"So 'Quekovaz' came to Earth and plucked a bunch of wild roses, but he didn't know that once he left the world of gods, 'Quekovaz' would never return." The silver fox lowered his head and kissed Logan lightly on the lips, and whispered, "So, Quekovaz looked up at the stars every night, stared at the moon alone, and called her name. ”

"Woo woo woo~" In the mountains of snow, there were faint sounds of snow wolves howling in the moon.

"But." The silver fox closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "But 'Quécovaz' will never be able to return to the Moon Goddess and be with her again." ”

"Oh, what a miserable experience Quécovac has had." Logan seemed to be moved by such a poignant story and sighed.

"Quecovac means 'Wolverine.'" The silver fox smiled, caressed Logan's cheek, and offered a hot kiss.

"Wolverine......" Logan muttered softly, this name, very beautiful, very good.

At this time, in the summer, I was sitting in a tavern, sipping the juice in the cup.

This is Canada, the Rocky Mountains. The date is 1984, and it seems that Uncle Wolf's copy has nothing to do with the big names of the Apocalypse, or maybe this is Wolverine in the normal timeline, and there is no news of the Apocalypse invasion in the world.

On the table behind Summer, there is a group of lumberjacks, who are happily drinking wine, and the topics of the men at the wine table are nothing more than a few things, and Summer soon heard about the topic of "Silver Fox", it seems that this group of lumberjacks and Wolverine are colleagues, and every time Wolverine drives to the place of work, they can always see Wolverine's sexy and charming wife, which makes them envious.

And the silver fox doesn't seem to be taboo to show affection in front of everyone, and always gives Wolverine a hot kiss before driving away.

"Yes, she's so hot, if I could have a wife like this, I'll tell you, I cut as much wood as I do every day." A big man with bare arms laughed and threw the liquor in his glass up, but he didn't want to, and was tapped on the shoulder.

"Who are you?" The big man turned his head and furrowed his eyebrows, he was not satisfied with the color of his skin in the summer, although people had been calling for racial equality for a long time, but this was only rhetoric, and in their hearts they did not think so. Even though they were just a bunch of lumberjacks, they were still a Caucasian bunch.

"Where do you work?" Summer asked.

"Haha, yellow-skinned boy, do you want to apply? Your body shape looks good, but I don't know if it's useless? Can it meet our needs? Haha, in addition, you have to show your ID before applying for a job, are you a legal resident? The big man grabbed the palm on his shoulder with one hand and squeezed it fiercely, causing the people at the table to laugh.

Summer didn't want to waste time, and he didn't have the consciousness to act as a pioneer of racial equality, he just pressed the shoulder of the big man and pressed it the table: "Where are you working?" ”

"What are you doing, boy?"

"Let go of him, dog*!" A group of white men stood up in a hula, quite stance.

Summer was also really disappointed in the world, and not long after he arrived, he felt not only the racial discrimination between skin colors, but also the racial discrimination between humans and mutants. Just before Summer entered, he saw a strange-looking homeless man being kicked out of the tavern, and the people were screaming the words "freak" and "mongrel".

Maybe it has something to do with the age, after all, it's the mid-80s. Whether it is skin color or mutant racial conflicts, there have always been them, but they have not been put on the table and have not yet attracted widespread attention around the world.

"I just wanted to ask for a piece of information." Summer waved her hand violently, and the people at the table flew upside down, slamming on the ground, on the bar, and on the wall.

"Place of work." Summer still pressed one hand on the head of the big man, slightly forced, and gently crushed it on the table, Summer didn't like to show his strength in front of ordinary people, rather than attacking this group of ordinary people, Summer would rather meet an evenly matched opponent. But if the other party has a natural sense of superiority and looks at summer with a lofty attitude, summer will not have the idea of being wronged.

"I'm also a 'freak', and unlike the submissive homeless guy just now, I'll do it." Summer lowered his head and whispered in Dahan's ear, "One last time, the place of work!" ”

"Ten miles to the southwest, there's a lumberyard, and there......" The big man was not as tough on the inside as he was on the outside.

Summer snorted coldly, grabbed the big man's head and lifted it, and slammed it on the table again. With a few moves, a bottle of coconut milk floated out of the bar, and Summer walked out, walked out of the door, and saw the homeless man who had not left, just curled up by the door and waiting for the diners to give alms. Summer casually threw coconut milk into the arms of the homeless man.

"Thank you, thank you......" The old homeless man hurriedly took the coconut milk and thanked him in a hurry, it seemed that he had not met a kind person for a long time.

"Let's go, get out of here, find a secluded place, find a peaceful village." Passing by the homeless man in the summer, he threw down a stack of money and left in a hurry. That's all he can do.

People are still different in the end, and there are always a few mutants who shine in the world, realize the value of life, and leave a strong mark in history textbooks. Behind the success, there are more mutants who are struggling to survive and being bullied, and more mutants do not have a strong mutant ability, let alone a heart to fight.

Just like what he did just now, he just didn't want to endure the ridicule, so he chose to fight. No one dares to trouble Summer, but the consequences of all this may be returned to the old tramp, or other mutants similar to the old tramp.

Inadvertently, summer inevitably becomes a part of the increased conflict, which is the social norm of this world, and no one is immune. As for who is right and who is wrong, in this long racial struggle, no one has been able to distinguish between right and wrong.

God has given mutants special gifts, and some have taken the gift apart and received gifts. Others are burdened and riddled with bad luck.

The world is not fair, and it has never been. For example, this homeless man, he is only deformed, and he is otherwise incapacitated. Is this talent? Maybe it's bad luck. Compared to the group of proud children in the mutant school, the homeless can only survive in strange and contemptuous eyes.

Summer doesn't like the world of mutants, it's too serious here, compared to the world of the Avengers, it's much more fun.

Summer had envisioned a problem if he had ever made the world of the Avengers his birthplace his main area of activity. Instead, he chose to be born in the world of mutant frenzy, and if he grew up here, with his own identity as a mutant, would he be subtly influenced, and slowly accept a responsibility, bear a responsibility, and carry a heavy shackle.

Maybe, yes.