Chapter 823

"Hum!"

Psychic power surged into Luo Bote's mind. The unconscious Luo Bote didn't react at all, but Jean Grey, who was on the side, let out a soft "eh," her eyes fixed on Su Quan without blinking.

"Ding!"

"Battle detected, dropped reward: Stretching (Luo Bote)"

"Jean?"

"Jean?"

A fair hand waved gently in front of her eyes. Jean Grey frowned in displeasure and let out a soft snort.

In an instant, violent psychic power was released, directly blasting Storm, who was caught off guard, away.

"Thump!"

Storm slammed heavily into the wall and sat paralyzed on the ground, looking dazed: "Jean, you..."

"Shut up!"

Jean Grey turned her head, her voice cold and terrifying, her eyes pitch black.

Storm secretly cried out that it was bad. Although she hadn't seen Jean Grey like this before, she knew what was going on: the Phoenix Force must have broken through the psychic barrier set by the Professor, affecting Jean Grey's thinking.

"What did you do to Jean?" Her first reaction was that it had something to do with Su Quan.

It wasn't her fault for thinking that way.

First, Su Quan knew a lot about the Phoenix Force; second, the two of them had come in together, Jean had been staring straight at Su Quan just now, and then she attacked her as if she were a different person.

Except for Su Quan, she couldn't think of any other reason!

In fact, it did have something to do with Su Quan, but it wasn't that Su Quan did something to Jean; on the contrary, it was precisely because Su Quan did nothing to her that the Phoenix Force in her body couldn't help but run out.

Dark Phoenix is an active type!

"You have the same aura as me on you. What is your relationship with me?" Dark Phoenix looked at Su Quan with an evil charm.

Su Quan thought for a moment and tilted his head slightly: "Perhaps, am I your father?"

Dark Phoenix froze, seriously considering this possibility, but soon she sensed a teasing malice from Su Quan.

Then, she understood.

She called out with a cryptic smile: "Father?"

Su Quan chuckled and said greedily, taking advantage: "Call me that again?"

"Calling it like this is meaningless. Why don't we change the place, change the occasion? You should like that better, right?"

Oh my, she understands well; she's worthy of being Dark Phoenix!

Su Quan didn't feel any embarrassment at being caught doing something bad; instead, he said with a grin: "How about—we change the time? You also know she has a lot of things to do next. When things are over, we can have a good sparring session?"

Dark Phoenix sneered: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You promised her that when things are over, you would deal with me and make me leave her."

Su Quan shrugged noncommittally: "Anyway, when you leave, you will leave behind fragments. If you want to come back, you can come back at any time. It's better to change to a host; that's more interesting."

"I think she's pretty good. What do you think?"

Dark Phoenix looked in the direction Su Quan was pointing at Storm, who had a dark face, and shook her head in disgust: "She's not qualified."

Storm's face became even darker.

"Then let's change to another one."

Su Quan didn't hesitate to mention another candidate: "There is one called Madelyne Pryor. She has some history with Jean. In the future, you or other versions of you chose her to be the host. Coincidentally, I'm also a bit interested in her."

Dark Phoenix was silent for a moment and shook her head: "She's too far away. I think Jean is pretty good, and I don't want to wait anymore..."

As her voice fell, she walked toward Su Quan with burning eyes.

Just at this moment, the door was kicked open with a bang.

The Professor, who felt the aura of Dark Phoenix, sat in his wheelchair with a solemn expression, directly holding his head with his hand and launching psychic power at Dark Phoenix.

"Hum!"

Dark Phoenix's movements stalled. She turned around with a sneer and stared at the Professor mockingly: "Do you really think you can control me?"

"Get out!"

Powerful and violent psychic power was released, and an invisible tide poured out. The Professor only let out a muffled groan, and he and his wheelchair were sent flying, slamming heavily onto the ground. ===== CHAPTER 825 =====