Several people glanced at each other, and Bai Ye took the lead and walked in.

"Good evening, gentlemen, the main hall is far away." The blonde woman sitting on the sofa crossed her legs, wearing white gloves, pulled out one of her hands and shook it towards the white night.

Although she said sorry words, her lazy posture did not necessarily change in the slightest.

Bai Ye didn't care about this, and after glancing at the old man in black who was still calm, he smiled at the woman and said, "Where, it's really ours to come to the door late at night and let the host welcome guests." ”

The blonde woman wearing the mask nodded slightly, as if accepting Bai Ye's words, and pointed to the black-clothed old man on the side and said, "The Black Bat King is rude, please forgive me, he cherishes words like gold." ”

The old man in black slowly erected a finger and placed it on his lips, his movements were gentle and calm, and the touch of his fingers left a slight mark on his old lips.

"Black Bolt?" Clint blinked, a little surprised by the man's identity, and there had been no news of the Inhumans for the past few decades as if they had been dead.

I didn't expect to see one in the mutant forbidden land today, and he is also a distinguished member of the Inhuman royal family, but I don't know why you are a royal family, but the Black Bolt King is obeying the call of others today?

The aged Black Bolt heard Clint's confusion and smiled at him.

"The main temple is named Emma Frost, welcome to the Mutant Forbidden Lands." Emma stroked her long blond hair and snapped her fingers, and immediately several waiters in green cloaks moved the sofa for the guests to sit on.

However, the few people present did not sit down, but stood in place.

"Don't you sit, Hawkeye? If you don't sit down, then tell me what you are doing with a bunch of people coming to my territory at night. ”

Seeing that several people were not sitting, the White Queen sighed helplessly, and then looked at Clint who was still staring at the Black Bolt King and said, I really don't know what the two big men are good at.

"And where did you get so many Magneto helmets? This hall won't harm you, so you need to be so prepared. ”

After saying that, she gently covered her chest again in a sad gesture.

"Yo, that sounds really aggrieved." Clint, who was still on the road, thought that the helmet was a little resting on his head, heard this, and immediately straightened it out, and said coldly with the corners of his mouth pulling down: "If you hadn't betrayed us back then, Lao Tzu might have shed two tears for you!" ”

Hearing these unkind words, Emma did not refute directly, but changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said: "This is the survival of the fittest, Mr. Barton, if it weren't for my husband's presence, I wouldn't be able to save so many mutants." ”

"Really? Saved a lot of mutants? Then you might as well call them all out, can the living mutants in this world stand up to half the hall? ”

"See what you've saved?"

Clint sneered, dismissive of Emma's words.

It's been a few decades before there's been any news of a new mutant appearing, and that's how the number of mutants was surging before the heroes fell...... Fools know who harmed mutants.

"You're a poisonous mouth, Hawkeye." Emma stood up suddenly, her blonde hair falling behind her with her movements, looking a little messy, while her hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Clint's words just picked at the thorn in her heart, not a single mutant has been born for decades, and people often ridicule mutants as just genetic abnormalities, which is short-lived.

Mutants who once flourished and flourished soon become part of the history books years later as the last mutant dies of old age.

This is almost unacceptable to her, who has been proud of being a mutant all her life.

"What are you bringing people for? Get out of here if you don't say anything! She gritted her teeth and shouted at Clint, who was still showing off her helmet.

The Black Bolt King still looks like an old god.

Seeing that the White Queen was poked and angry, Clint pursed his lips without caring at all, and pointed at Bai Ye: "He is the boss, what am I doing with you when I have nothing to do." ”

Hearing Clint's words, Emma slowly turned her head, and the light fell on Bai Ye, who did not look closely at the Asian man who was also wearing a purple helmet at first.

Taking a deep breath and sitting back on the couch, she could only scrutinize the white night when she couldn't use her telepathy, trying to find some clues from his expression and gesture.

Seeing that the two stopped arguing, Bai Ye stepped forward and sat in the guest seat, the purple helmet blocking most of his face, so that Emma could only see his mouth clearly.

"Fortunately, White Queen." His voice was faint and calm, revealing a hint of knowingly asking, "I wonder why you want to hide your true face from us?" ”

"Everyone has their own privacy and secrets, and it has nothing to do with you whether the main hall wears a mask or not, and it ......"

Emma's voice fluctuated slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "I don't remember that I knew you, what do you want to do?" ”

Her mutant abilities don't include eternal youth or immortality, and since many years ago, the biggest effect of her telepathy has been to make others think that she is still young.

And today, White Night and the party came wearing a Magneto helmet that can block telepathy, forcing her to put on a mask and wrap all the parts of her body that can show her aging.

Bai Ye's words made her very unhappy, but she didn't want to be angry because of this, so she had to be dumb and start the topic.

"You don't know me, but I know you." Bai Ye said, and on the sofa, he also followed the appearance of the white queen before and lifted Erlang's legs.

The texture of this sofa is very good, no wonder she has to sit on it all the time, and it is strange that she will enjoy it.

"And... I think you know him, come here, Pietro. Then he said, then raised his hand and waved.

At his direction, Petro walked behind Frank and the stick, strands of silver hair peeking out between his helmet and neck.

The helmets that others wore on their heads that didn't match perfectly fit on his head.

Emma frowned at first, not quite understanding what White Night was going to do, but when she saw Pietro's face clearly, her pale blue eyes under the mask suddenly widened, and her voice trembled and asked, "Quicksilver?" ”

"Didn't you die forty years ago?"

The squire in charge of monitoring had only recognized Hawkeye when he reported it, and only said one thing about the rest of the people: the entourage.

Pietro shrugged, a little tired of hearing it so many times, but responded, "Uh... It's not completely dead. ”

The Black Bolt King, who had been beside him, also opened his mouth slightly and looked at Pyro in surprise.

Although many years have passed, they have dealt with the Avengers on a daily basis, and it is impossible for them to admit their mistakes.