Under the sunset, in the evening breeze, Qin Lingzu stared at the man in the distance in front of the college gate, her eyes were as clear as a deep pool, and as if with a little hazy longing, the wind blew by her side, gently lifting the red skirt corners, revealing snow-white skin.

A trace of warmth suddenly welled up in Eric's heart, and he quickened his pace as he looked at the beautiful woman bathed in the sunset.

"How is he?" Jean's voice could be heard in the distance, and Eric knew who Jean was asking.

"He'll get used to it." He replied, waving away the faint melancholy.

"Auroro is worried about you." Jean's eyes are unwavering, as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him.

"What about you?" Eric asked rhetorically.

Jean was silent.

After a long run-in, the inner personality full of violent feelings and the original kind and euphemistic temperament gradually merged, and now she has a distinct and prickly side, but also soft and generous, but only the relationship with Eric makes her unable to let go.

On the one hand, he is the best girlfriend, and on the other hand, he is his beloved, and it is difficult to make a choice if he is as smart as a piano.

Eric, the nasty fellow, had almost intentionally contributed to the situation, watching the two women suffer with cold eyes, and occasionally pushing them deeper into it. But although she knew that this man was so hateful, Qin couldn't bear to make a decision.

Jean was never able to make a choice, so she could only stop thinking about it.

"Will you go?" She asked about her worries, and although she wasn't involved in every Eric's actions like Auroro, she kept a close eye on his whereabouts, and from Eric's actions, Jean sensed something unusual, as if he was arranging something.

"I don't know." Eric sighed.

The longer he stayed in the academy, the more he understood that this was the faculty of professors. Every flower, every tree here carries the will of Charles Xavier, and his influence radiates invisibly, deeply rooted in the hearts of teachers and students, whether they agree with his views or not, they are accustomed to following the back of this bald old man.

It's hard to say how long dancing in shackles will last.

If possible, he wants this time to last as long as possible, but many times things may not turn out as he expected.

It's like when he threw Stryker a bait and smashed two behemoths.

Things can always change unexpectedly, and no matter how hard you try, you can often only react on the fly.

Feeling the helplessness in Eric's heart, Jean made a decision.

"Come to my room." She grabbed Eric's hand, and a blazing fire burned in her watery eyes.

They're in Jean's room again, this time with no Auroro guarding the door, and no Scott to stir things up, just the two of them alone.

As soon as the door was closed, before Eric could take a look around, Jean threw her warm body up, pushed him down against the wall, and then stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips, the tip of her soft tongue squeezing into his teeth.

Eric seems to be back to the last one. In love, that time the piano was driven by the inner personality to do this, and why this time?

Without waiting for him to think about it, Jean took the initiative, and her kisses were so passionate that Eric's self-control was worn out little by little.

"Do you feel it?" Jean rode on top of him, pressed one hand to his chest, and gasped for breath.

"What?" Eric was a little puzzled, and he saw that the magnetic field of the piano was changing subtly.

"It's beckoning to you", Jean smiled eerily, the heat in her body was dissipating, making her sweat drip like raindrops on Eric's body, and her beautiful face was full of bewitching charm.

Her hand reached down and grabbed Eric, who gasped as the slender hand gripped it tightly.

Reason immediately vanished from the man's mind, and he grabbed Jean's waist and rolled over to hold her underneath, his hands caressing the plump and soft body, and after circling the towering mountain for a while, he went straight to the flat fertile field.

They rolled and rolled like this, from doorway to window, sometimes with their backs against the wall, sometimes on the table, until Jean threw Eric on the bed, lifted her skirt, and sat down with all her might, and they became one.

Happiness spread all over her body, the piano was draped long, raised her graceful upper body, her legs clamped Eric's waist hard, and she kept rising and falling with the rhythmic beat, she called out loudly, and the heat in her body rushed like a small sun with endless energy, rushing along the connection between the two.

At this time, Eric already felt that the situation was very bad, he was not enjoying it at all as he had just now, a force from nowhere was pressing towards him through Qin's body, and when his current Qin's magnetic field became blazing, he couldn't control himself, and that power was constantly rushing in, sweeping over like a pouring flood, and the surging waves violently impacted his defense, holding him up like a full-blown ball.

In this short period of time, all the water in his body seemed to be transformed into sweat scrambling out of his pores, sweat soaking through Jean's sheets, and Jean still swaying on his body unconsciously, her fall rubbing against the bodies of both of them, like a flint that had been struck, producing little sparks to set Eric on fire.

That dangerous moment finally came, the power accumulated in his body to the fullest, and there was no longer the slightest room for it, Eric screamed, temporarily regaining control of his body, and in turn pressed the piano underneath, while completely tearing off his shirt, exposing his upper body.

At this time, a large area of skin between Eric's chest and abdomen had turned into a metallic color, and under the pressure of the force from the body, the silver metal particles that had been stored in the silver nitrate bullet were combined with the host Eric, and then mutated a second time. This piece of metal skin spread rapidly, from the chest to the whole body, under the light of the bedroom lamp, it shimmered with crystal reflections, and the complex patterns were automatically formed on it, the delicate texture was as real as the most ingenious craftsman's carving, and the tendons and veins climbed and rose until his whole person became a semi-liquid and semi-solid silver metal.

Eric gasped in pain, and the bright red dripping from his nose fell on Qin's snow-white and slippery lower abdomen, like a bright plum blossom.

The force that was about to break him still hadn't been released enough, and it continued to roar silently, prompting even greater changes in the host.

Layers of silver-white metallic skin were born on Eric's body, wrapping the bulging muscles and extending to the limbs, and the muscles also rose and fell violently like waves, as if something in the body was secretly squirming, when this change reached its peak, every bone of Eric creaked under the pressure, and then a faint blue electric light flashed from his body and radiated outward, and the huge magnetic field crossed the entire room in an instant, violently expanding outward.

"When an individual is capable, whether it is for the good of the whole, or for the selfish benefit of the individual, or for the destruction of the world, we must ask ourselves." The professor was sitting in a wheelchair, smiling at the children, he was about to give the students the last lesson of the day, suddenly the lights in the room flickered brightly and dimly, and then a crackling sound burst out of the lamp tube, the light disappeared in an instant, and a burst of electric sparks jumped out of the lamp tube, cutting through the darkness and spilling onto the classroom floor.

The students dodged the falling sparks, complaining that they thought it was a simple accident and were worried about the power outage, but the professor already felt that something was wrong. Instead of trying to persuade the students to calm down, as he usually does, he wrenched his wheelchair and walked towards the door.

"Eric, what are you doing?" The professor was anxiously silent, his heart was beating fast, the wheelchair was hurrying to the door, and he accidentally knocked down a water glass, and when the cup fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, the professor who had always been calm and composed, didn't even feel it.

The powerful magnetic force not only damaged the college's electrical appliances, it blew through the surrounding streets like an invisible hurricane, enveloping the entire town of Westchester, and then radiating non-stop into the wider space.

In Arlington County, Virginia, southwest of Washington, a pentagonal edifice has also weathered magnetic tides, even from secret prisons hundreds of meters deep.

"Mr. Rorio, how long will this last?"

A white man in a special straitjacket was sitting in a transparent room made of glass and plastic reading the novel, when suddenly a burly guard walked in and snatched the novel titled "The Eternal King" from his hand.

"As long as your sentence lasts, there will be as long as this kind of day." The guard said with a malicious look at the white man.

"Then you can see if you're spending taxpayers' money to serve me comfortably." The white man turned and looked at the guard contemptuously, and was about to taunt the little man a few more words, when the magnetic fluctuations in the air resonated with him, and he immediately forgot what he was about to say, and stood up in astonishment.

"What is this?" The white man's mouth opened wide and he reached out to feel the invisible ripples formed by the magnetic resonance, and he suddenly had a sense of absurdity, as if his most precious thing had been quietly stolen.

The powerful magnetic field was not only felt by ordinary people, but even ordinary people felt the change, and the brilliant light in the sky changed colors, from the distant horizon to the other end of the dark sky.

"It's the aurora," murmured someone who had been to the polar regions, holding up their cameras to the sky to capture this strange sight that had never been born in the region.

Farther away, a hidden scientist screamed in disappointment, Scott's sad and desperate expression flashed on dozens of screens he was observing, and the surreptitious monitors behind him were destroyed by a magnetic storm.

"Jean Grey!" The scientist screamed, venting the anger in his heart, but the reality could not be changed, he had to hate to walk to the side of the machine, and slap a red button, and the slightly salty liquid was slowly injected into a human culture tank in the instrument, where a small embryo was slowly nurturing inside.

"Eric Lee!" Although the backup measures were activated, his anger was still not released, and his eyes shot a vicious light as he looked at a picture on the wall.

Eric was smiling gently at him.

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