Knock, knock, knock...

Warren gulped down his beer, not caring that he was only seventeen years old, far from the age of drinking.

And the academy is particularly strict in this regard, adolescent mutants are already susceptible to emotional influences, mutation ability is extremely unstable, alcohol and some irritating ingestion substances are prohibited.

"Yo, the most well-behaved representative of the academy, Young Master Warren, the leader of the student union discipline team, actually drinks so much!

Warren threw away the dry beer can, ignoring the fact that Kurt was lying by the window, and continued to play with the electric guitar silently, making annoying noise.

"Shhhh What the hell is playing?"

Kurt's dark blue face contorted in pain, and his complaints were buried by a dense and messy stabbing sound that did not elicit any reaction from Warren.

Zila!

With a cloud of blue-black smoke and dust that exploded, the electric guitar was unwired and finally let out a weak wail, like a hen that was grabbed by its wings and ready to go under the knife.

"Look at what you look like, you look like a 'pure white angel... The Fallen Angels are pretty much the same!"

Warren tilted his head and didn't say a word, dropped his electric guitar and groped for the beer crate, but grabbed it again, only to pounce on his face with blue smoke.

"Kurt, don't go too far!"

The "Nightcrawler's" indigo-blue lean figure easily teleported and dodged, and Warren's wings swung in anger only scattered clouds of smoke and dust.

He kicked on the ground with his legs, flew four or five meters high with the power of a perfect wing flapping, and landed on the rectangular beam to chase Kurt, who was constantly teleporting and dodging, playing like two children.

The Worthington family's manor mansion is open from the top floor, and the three floors of half the building are open, specially designed for Warren to be transformed into a "birdcage" that allows him to fly and flutter a little.

The roof has a large skylight that opens easily for Warren to fly in and out, and the rooms are staggered with stout beams of wood to settle in.

Beds, desks, entertainment and other areas are like a half-cut project without a building, and there are arbitrary divisions in the space more than ten meters high.

The new house structure, which was developed purely for a man with wings, has won an award for architectural design in addition to the servants who are difficult to clean and tidy up on a daily basis, a strange sense of space and a giant cage-like structure.

After chasing for a long time, not to mention that Warren can only flutter and glide with one of his remaining wings, even if he is not injured "angel", he can't catch this "devil" who plays with space and distance.

Warren broke out in a sweat, snorted twice, ignored Kurt, and sat on the beam closest to the skylight on the roof, his head hanging in a daze.

Burst!

"As for it, isn't it just that I can't fly for the time being, and I look like a person with a truncated leg..."

Kurt flashed to Warren's side, flicked his obstructive wings and sat closer, hugging his dead friend's shoulders and whispering comfort.

Outside the round skylight with a diameter of seven or eight meters on the roof, a pair of pigeons fluttered past, and they stopped on the glass of the window, pecking lightly with their small beaks, making a continuous crackling sound like rain.

"Back in the day, I would fly out and play with them for a while..."

Warren tilted his head and muttered to himself, patting Kurt on the back with his left wing, a gentle smile gradually shining on his white and handsome face.

"You should be able to understand me, for me, my room is not just this room, that window connects to the endless sky, as if the whole world belongs to me..."

The slender bluetail hung limply in midair, and like his father, Kurt's tail was the most revealing of his emotions.

「... It wasn't until I lost the ability to soar in the sky that I realized the infinite longing for flight engraved in the bones of human beings - hehe... Let me tell you, the joy of flying, tsk, is better than you think..."

Warren said in a joking tone as usual, and as soon as the words fell, he fell backwards and rolled over, and at a height of more than ten meters, he only flapped his wings twice, and landed with a little stagger

Ground.

Although there was no depraved appearance at the beginning, there was only a dead silence.

"It's... I don't understand your young master's happiness in Worthington, hehe, but... Laura understands."

Kurt's appearance made Warren stunned, he didn't understand the meaning of the words for a while, scratched the place where the wings on his back joined, and thought to himself that he hadn't taken a shower for several days, and he was a little itchy...

"Ahem, Laura and my grandfather don't have wings, but the way she finally floated into the air this year with her energetic energy, you can see it, hehe... Do you know that my grandfather can fly faster than the speed of sound?"

Warren finally figured out what it meant, and he shook his head dumbfoundedly, no longer as numb as his eyebrows.

"Uh... Ahem, I, I don't know, but it's much faster than you, no matter how fast your wings beat, it's still far from the sound barrier! Let me tell you..."Kurt shook his thick bangs proudly, and straightened his hair with only three fingers in his palm, and said loudly:

"My grandfather promised to let you go to the old mansion to practice boxing with him, hmph, although Laura asked, but it was all for the sake of your boy and my brother! If my grandfather hurts the most, it has to be - what are you doing?"

The little blue devil had goosebumps, looked at Warren who was sitting on the ground and hugged his thighs, grabbed his slender tail with a flattering face and rubbed it gently, and said with a numb face:

"Yes, yes, our grandfather's most painful thing has to be Young Master Cote! When are we leaving, young master? I don't have anything to bring, just leave a letter for my dad. Your speed skills, hehe... That's not just an instant to get to our grandfather!

Depressed, depraved, numb, dead-hearted... All of Warren's negative emotions just now seemed to be in vain, and they dissipated in an instant.

He shouted with a hippie smile for Kurt to wait for him a little longer, ran to the custom-made bathroom to take a shower, and even slapped toner on his face, shaved his stubble, and picked up his little white face kung fu.

Kurt's already dark blue face darkened a little more, flashed to the roof and squatted on the roof to prop up his chin, and let out a long sigh, hoping that Warren would not expose the essence of his "embroidered pillow" too early, otherwise...

"Ugh... I don't want to be embarrassed in front of my grandfather..."

…………

The word "Missouri" means "canoe" in Native American languages.

Missouri, located in the west-central part of the United States, has a very pronounced climate difference between the north and the south, with summers and winters in the south being much milder and wetter than in the northern prairie regions.

So the suburbs of Kansas City still only need to wear a shirt jacket and a T-shirt in this winter month.

In the empty hallway of the town hospital sat a little brown-haired boy with headphones, his red-and-black plaid shirt stained with mud, some in the shape of footprints, and a blue-black hematoma under his eye confirmed the suspicion.

………

"I didn't fall in love, so don't forget that, that's what I saw, a stupid thing.

Don't get me wrong, don't think I'm in love with you..."

………

The Walkman resounded with a gentle and arrogant singing voice, such a song did not seem to be suitable for a six- or seven-year-old boy, and the tape in it had the words "Golden Song" written on it, and the rest of the music must be more powerful than this tsundere song.

"Peter, Peter!"

The old man reluctantly took off the boy's headphones, squatted down to help him sort out the headphone cable and stuff it into the schoolbag behind him, gritted his teeth and said softly:

"Come Peter, come and see your mother."

On the hospital bed, the woman's pale cheeks are deeply sunken, there is not a single hair or even eyebrows left on her head, and the three-dimensional nose bridge and eyebrow bone contour can be seen that she must be an intoxicating beauty when she is healthy.

The thin pale palm was raised with all his might, looking at his son's somewhat timid appearance, and the only pupil that was still a little angry was covered with mist.

"I'm sorry Peter, Mom looks like this and you don't recognize it, isn't it.... Look at the scorch

Look at you, why do you always lose battles?

The woman looked at her son's face with color on his face but still deliberately teased, and when she heard it, she was an interesting and different mother.

She tried to straighten up, trying to touch Peter's little face again, but in the end she had only a little strength left, and fumbled for a small flat gift box wrapped in colored paper and pushed it to the side of the bed.

"They... They said that only the most intense emotions can lead to genetic mutations, and asked me to 'help' Tommy with them, but I refused... Just change it, change it to help me..."

The boy sobbed twice, and his thin neck shook against his little head, looking very aggrieved.

"Oh... Don't worry, Peter, you won't be ordinary, remember what your mother said? Your dad is from outside the world, he's an angel... ＂

"Meredith, my dear, don't you have something for Peter?"

The woman's father, old Mr. Quayle, did not want to hear anything about the man who had disappeared.

He even suspected that some mutant had cheated on his daughter and walked away, and had reported the crime to the Whip of Order, but it never came to fruition, as if the negative man had really disappeared from the earth.

"Yes... Peter, take it, Mommy's new tape for you... Come, hold Mom's hand... Hurry..."

Peter Quill whimpered and turned his head sideways, he didn't know what kind of fear kept his hand from reaching out, as if he feared that if he touched his mother, she would leave him forever.

Meredith finally whispered weakly, the last glimmer of light in his eyes dissipated without warning, and his hand fell on the hospital bed, never to be lifted again.

"Mom? Mom! Wake up... Wake up... Woooo

Peter finally missed the last chance to shake his mother's hand, and he ran out of the small clinic in a few steps, crying and running all the way out.

Outside, there was no light in the open field and the woods, and it was pitch black, and the boy staggered and fell to the ground, lying in the endless darkness crying loudly.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a dazzling light fell from the sky, and the strange M-shaped machine like a giant eagle suspended in the air without warning, and threw a bucket-thick band of light from the "eagle's beak", and actually dragged Peter Quayle up in the air.

It only appeared for a moment, and then the aircraft disappeared again, only to let out a slight trembling sound, and disappeared again.

……

"Whew! Yongdu Boss, C-53 actually has an extraterrestrial orbit detection device covering the planet, we didn't pay attention to it at first, and estimated... I think it's been discovered!"