The Death Knell

Xiao Fu stretched out his hand towards Professor X, and the sunlight on the moon's surface stretched Charles's shadow very long.

The next second, the shadow left the ground and floated into the boy's hands like a black paper cut. He rubbed it in his hands like a rag.

Some confetti-like black powder fell out and disappeared in mid-air, while Charles covered his head in pain, rolled from Magneto's arms to the wheelchair, and made a miserable scream.

But the screams stopped abruptly, and he fell into a sweet sleep almost immediately.

The boy clapped his hands, threw the shadow back to the professor, and smiled cutely at Deathstroke: "The Shadow King is inhabiting this professor, probably because he wants to disguise himself and act with you, but thanks to uncle, you were alert enough and discovered him. "

"Did you kill him?" Su Ming was very calm. At this time, he returned to his original appearance, with black and yellow blocks replacing the stars and stripes.

The things and characters that exist in the main world are also present in the Cancerous Universe. As a boy who has known them almost since birth, Franklin certainly knows the story of Professor X and the Shadow King.

However, the professor in the cancerous universe was the first to die, and the Shadow King did not dare to compete with the many ancients, so he retreated voluntarily. When he saw the Shadow King again today, Xiao Fu was even a little surprised.

"No, the other party is like a gecko. I pulled off his tail, but his body is not here, but in a darker place." Xiao Fu hugged Deathstroke's thigh and raised his head like a baby: "Uncle, You haven’t come to see me and my mother for a long time, would you like to go to this amusement park on earth with us?”

He may have realized that he wasn't acting like a child anymore and was trying to make up for it.

"Give me help first. Go to the main world. When you're done, I'll meet your family of fellows from another world and let Doom take you to play." Su Ming looked at the blue planet not far away, and the feeling of 40K-2 gave people It's just spooky, not like a place suitable for an amusement park.

The rich man in the cancerous universe, his father is also Doom, which is just right.

"Wait, Slade, when did you realize that something was wrong with Charles?" Eric squatted down and put his arm around the professor's shoulders, watching the bald head breathing calmly, and then he remembered the problem.

"It's very simple. I asked him to say goodbye to Hank's body before, but he couldn't say anything. This is unreasonable. At least he should hold the hand of the deceased emotionally and shout his name, right?"

Su Ming, who was darker than the Shadow King, smiled slightly. His hand fell on Xiao Fu's pot lid and rubbed the beautiful blond hair:

"Also, the Shadow King's information is out of date. The little bald man has stopped playing with you affectionately. Your relationship has long passed that exaggerated stage. You must have noticed something, right?"

"Huh? Yeah." Magneto really didn't notice anything. He was so excited at the time that he didn't feel anything at all. He was just thinking about fighting side by side with Charles.

But now that Deathstroke said this, and there were so many young people watching around him, Deathstroke handed him a step, and he could naturally take it.

"Darkness, too dark." Peter looked at the sleeping Professor

"Yes, this principle is like a crack in people's hearts. Once it occurs, it is not so easy to repair." Su Ming hugged Xiao Fu and looked at everyone present: "The shadow in the heart is the shadow. The back door that the king can use will be used again and again once it is used for the first time, and there is almost no possibility of getting rid of it. Well, the Mind Stone can fix this, but I am too lazy to get it."

The shadow ability of the Shadow King is different from the shadow ability of the beast. The shadow ability of the beast is simply a shadow. Where there is light, there is a shadow.

The Shadow King's ability is more focused on psychological shadow. He uses the dark side of people's hearts and all kinds of evil thoughts.

Except for Superman Clark, who has a heart of gold, Su Ming has never seen any other truly perfect person. There is more or less a dark side in everyone's heart. The only difference is whether the person can restrain himself with reason or rules.

Of course, Charles also has psychological shadows, and there are a lot of them. Although he usually behaves like a disabled person, in fact, the regrets caused by his disability are not too many. For example, he has never skied or surfed.

When he watches students playing with school teachers, he always smiles, but who knows what kind of pain he is feeling in his heart?

The source of most pain comes from comparison. When you don't have something that others have, or even never have it, there will still be some shadow in your heart.

In short, the Shadow King's ability can be effective on almost everyone. It is not safe to just rely on willpower to fight, and you have to use something like a mental shield.

If he is unable to sense the darkness in people's hearts, he will naturally not be easily manipulated.

Removing the shadows in people's hearts should logically be within the scope of psychology, but Harley will only add to others' psychological shadows, not subtract them.

Therefore, Su Ming used a more direct method, that is, to find an almost omnipotent little rich man to do this. As you all saw just now, he was like a rag washing away Charles's psychological shadow, allowing the little bald man to gain A baby's sleep.

Now that he can deal with the Shadow King from a higher level, Su Ming is going to take him to the main universe to visit relatives and resolve the Shadow King's matter.

"Superpowers are so powerful. I always feel that mind reading is better than my spider sense." Peter took the initiative to help the professor push the wheelchair. He was such an enthusiastic person and said, "So Deathstroke, where should we go to find Shadow next?" Where is the king?"

"Go back to the main world first, and then wait for Gnar to arrive and eat these two things together."

Su Ming laughed, and then asked the adjutant to initiate the teleportation.

With a flash of blue light, everyone returned to Earth 40K. The location at this time was Kama Taj. After all, Charles was still unconscious, so it was safer here than in Utopia.

As for whether the Shadow King will take the opportunity to go to Utopia and kidnap residents as new hostages? Then just tie him up. How many ordinary mutants will die is not within Su Ming's consideration.

As for Jean Grey? If the Shadow King had the ability to kidnap Phoenix, he would have done it long ago. Facts have proved that he does not have this ability.

First, let Modu arrange a room for Charles and Magneto to rest. Su Ming took the others to the living room, sat down, had something to eat, and waited for the opportunity.

Tony's head kept turning around, and his hands were careless. He touched here and poked there, as if he was curious about everything. He was wearing a battle suit and couldn't sit cross-legged on the futon, but he discovered himself again. A flaw in the design.

He decided that the next generation of suits should have the ability to sit cross-legged. He didn't have to use this function, but the suit couldn't be without it.

"Wow, Slade, how did you make the four seasons appear in the courtyard at the same time?" He couldn't sit down and asked this question after walking around.

Su Ming took the tea offered by Hamil, took a sip, and looked at the scene of peach blossoms and snowflakes outside the door being blown and flying by the wind at the same time. He just said: "As long as you stop spending your free time messing around with men and women. You should be able to have a relationship between a girl and a girl with technology.”

"Forget it, it's not worth what I do for a little scenery, and how sad will it be if the beauties can't find me when they need it?"

Tony took off his suit, and the liquid metal flowed back into his watch like mercury. The mustached man sat down behind the low table, showing a coquettish and narcissistic expression.