Hawke looked at Lorna and explained: "The suffering of flesh and blood, machinery... Bah, you have to know that the measure of a person's life level is always his soul, not his body."

The body only lasts a hundred years, but the soul can last forever.

Lorna shook her head.

"don't know!"

"..."

Hawke looked at Lorna, who was shaking her head with confusion written all over her face, opened her mouth, and sighed: "In short, the white queen is the white queen, and the cuckoo is a cuckoo. Do you understand? Maybe there is a part between us.

The same blood, but they will only be my sisters, not who I am?"

Lorna blinked: "Who is that?"

Hawke closed his eyes and looked expressionlessly at Lorna, who secretly smiled when she said this.

This girl did it on purpose.

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

When Lorna saw this, she also raised her eyebrows, stood up from her position with a groan, and walked towards the door: "I want to move something back, so don't disturb me."

No, Hawke was angry and the wind was blowing hard.

With this thought in her mind, Lorna quickly opened the door, and then looked at the three cuckoo sisters outside the door: "Huh?"

The three cuckoo sisters looked at Lorna: "Hello, Lorna, is Hawke in there?"

Lorna snorted, nodded, and moved out of the way.

The three cuckoo sisters said thank you to Lorna, and then passed by Lorna. Then when they walked into the study, the three cuckoo sisters turned around again and looked at Lorna: "We are indeed clones of the White Queen.

The body also has the memory of the White Queen's childhood, but we do not have the memory of the White Queen's pregnancy."

Lorna was stunned for a moment. When Lorna reacted, the three cuckoo sisters had already walked into the study.

Lorna stood there and blinked.

Maybe I should make myself a helmet? That would shield me from mind-reading mutants.

With this thought in her mind, Lorna's eyes lit up and she walked towards her room, preparing to search online to find a manufacturer of customized helmets there.

In the study.

Hawke looked at the three cuckoo sisters who walked in after Lorna went out.

The three cuckoo sisters stood in front of Hawke, looking at him with smiles.

Hawke always felt that the expressions of the three cuckoo sisters were a bit strange, and he twitched his lips: "I hope no one will ever mention the title."

Even after Hawke learned about his life experience, which can be called a great scientific history, he did not waver at all.

but……

This does not mean that Hawke was unmoved after suddenly finding that he seemed to have three more mothers.

Hawke is not a saint, nor does he intend to be one.

"OK."

"We will."

"no problem."

The three cuckoo sisters nodded one by one, and then looked at Hawke in unison: "If you want to deal with Sin, then you must get your own Hellfire Club."

Hawke frowned: "I remember you said that the current Hellfire Club is controlled by Sinister. Rather than controlling Hellfire, I prefer to chop Sinister directly."

Although the three cuckoo sisters look like they have joined Hawke's little team.

But Hawke is still not interested in forming cliques. What's good about being the boss? As soon as he opens his eyes, he must first care about the food, drink and litter of his subordinates.

bother.

The three cuckoo sisters didn't seem to think so, and said to Hawke: "You must control the Hellfire Club."

Hawke laughed.

"Why?"

"Because the Hellfire Club is yours."

"..."
Chapter completed!