At dusk, next to the lengthened Lincoln car, a scene of parting was staged.

"What a pity, will you come back?" Peter's little face was full of reluctance, "No one is willing to play with me here."

"I'm sorry, Peter, we will meet again in the future, we will definitely." Although Qiao Jin's words were firm, in fact, he was just comforting his children.

"Oh, the road is good." Peter Parker made way out very sensible, because Annie could hardly help it. The moment Peter Parker did not dodge, Annie picked up Qiao Jin and kept kissing Qiao Jin's face.

Although his body and memory were convinced that he was only 11 years old, Qiao Jin still felt very awkward. He was hugged by such a mature and beautiful woman, which was very embarrassing.

"I will contact you often. Don't be naughty there. You should get along well with the children there. Don't tell anyone what your real ability is. You are just a mutant who can be diamond-shaped. Do you remember?" Anni's mother kept reminding her, making Qiao Jin, who was already affected by memory, even more emotional and reluctant to leave.

Yiyi parted here, and there was also a family over there, but the atmosphere was not very good. A cute little girl stood there pretty pretty, about 10 years old, lowering her head and motionless. In front of her was a middle-aged couple, holding a girl in her arms, talking intimately. And for the girl standing on the ground, the couple obviously had no good faces.

The sound of the car horn sounded, and the middle-aged couple patted the little girl's head, making the little girl's already slightly curly blonde hair even more messy, and said, "Go ahead, don't cause trouble for others."

"I understand." The little girl spoke timidly, raised her head, opened her beautiful big eyes, and a layer of mist rose in her eyes, and she opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something.

"Okay, okay, go quickly, don't let others wait in a hurry." The middle-aged man said impatiently, took another daughter in his wife's arms, turned around and left.

The middle-aged woman looked at the little girl standing there for the last time and followed her husband.

The little girl stared blankly at the family of three who were gradually moving away, and her sister enjoyed the pampering she deserved in her parents' arms. Since she became sensible, all kinds of strange scenes of death always appeared in her mind. She had to apply the pictures in her mind on the drawing board because this special ability was about to drive her crazy. Only when she painted it was better, but such a move caused trouble. On the drawing board, the death pictures she drew were all fulfilled! She still remembers her neighbor crying and calling her witch, and she still remembers that her parents who once loved her loved her tore up her beloved pictures...

At the age of 11, she didn't even have the qualification to hope that her parents would love her. She could feel the deep disgust of her parents in her heart. As she thought about it, tears flowed out from the little girl's beautiful big eyes and sobbed softly.

"Good boy, don't be sad, you will see your parents again." The Storm Girl came to the little girl, squatted down and comforted her softly.

The little girl raised her heartbreaking little face, looked at the big sister in front of her, and plunged into her arms.

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Qiao Jin sat in the car, looking at the scenery on both sides of the street along the way, judging his future in his heart. The unknown is terrifying. Until now, he didn't know what was greeted by him. Moreover, he had been thinking about the conversation between the professor and Anne when he was at home. His abilities were too special and very dangerous, and would have a great impact on the mutant group. By the way, mutant is a person like himself who has special abilities, right?

"Forget it, I don't think about it anymore. At present, I should think carefully about how to use my abilities and adapt as soon as possible. If possible, find my true self. Even though I have all my memories, I feel so unreal and upset!" Qiao Jin thought silently.

On the right side of the back seat, Stormwoman Ororo was holding the little girl, while the child in her arms was still sobbing, as pitiful as a wounded kitten.

After listening for a long time, the intermittent sobs made Qiao Jin feel a little distressed.

"My name is Qiao Jin, Qiao Jin * George, what are your name?" Qiao Jin turned his head and looked at the little girl in Ororo's arms.

"Huh?" The little girl trembled slightly, staring at her beautiful big eyes, looking very surprised, as if she had discovered something extraordinary! From what I remember, no one was willing to contact her, and no one was willing to talk to her. The classmates in the school hid from her far away, and occasionally they were bullied by her classmates. In the end, her parents had to let her drop out of school, and she hid at home every day, like a person abandoned by the world. The little girl never dreamed that someone would take the initiative to talk to her.

The little girl's eyes showed a hint of expectation, and more of it was fear. Her mouth opened and closed, and after a while, she seemed to finally make up her mind and whispered: "Isabel, Isabel*Karina." The little girl's words naturally revealed her anger, which attracted Qiao Jin's attention. She felt that this accent was quite fun. In my memory, she lived so much in New York, and there were a few children around her who spoke in such an accent.

"Well? A nice name. Did your parents come from immigrants? Don't cry. You're still afraid of leaving your parents when you're so old." Qiao Jin tried his best to make his tone suitable for an 11-year-old child. In fact, even if he didn't do it deliberately, there would be no difference. Even he himself didn't know how old he was...

"They are moving everywhere because I'm going to move around, and now they're going to get rid of my burden." Isabel's tears flowed even more.

Qiao Jin touched his nose depressedly, trying to divert the girl's attention, but things got worse and worse.

"Hey, stop crying! Although I don't understand the situation, that bald old man will take care of you. He looks very good and will not treat you as a burden." Qiao Jin said helplessly.

"How do you know?" The little girl pouted and looked carefully at Professor X in the back seat, in return for the professor's soft and warm gaze.

"Well." The little girl was still like a frightened little rabbit, avoiding the professor's loving eyes and crawling into Ororo's arms again.

Ororo sighed helplessly, his chest was already wet, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Hey, I said, stop crying, look, what is this?" Qiao Jin's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand and put it in front of Isabel's eyes. The white and tender little hand instantly turned into diamonds, crystal clear and beautiful.

"Wow..." The little girl opened her mouth slightly, and sighed, and stars could pop up in her eyes! She even forgot to cry.

"Yeah." Qiao Jin snorted with his nose and shook his head slightly, "Woman, woman..."

The storm girl Oroluo, who was beside her, looked at Qiao Jin angrily and amusedly. Professor X behind her was also hilarious and was amused by the two children.

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