Jean Grey was not in good shape. Not only did she look dusty and disheveled, but her uniform was also torn to shreds.
Su Ming had always thought the X-Men's old uniforms had an indescribably tacky air about them.
Never mind the retro style of the loose one-piece suits. The torso was yellow, the limbs were blue, then there was a red belt with an X emblem and a pair of yellow boots. It was simply—
A complete exposure of the fact that Charles's taste was probably still stuck in the sixties.
It could barely pass when worn by beautiful girls like Magik or Shadowcat. The color scheme was cartoonish and even looked rather cute. But when Wolverine and Colossus wore them, they looked tacky beyond belief—more tacky than kangaroo bones dug out of the Australian desert.
"Ms. Grey, tracking you down here cost me quite a bit of effort."
Su Ming smiled and shook his head. Amid the nearby mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he took a deep breath of the air thick with the scent of blood.
"Sorry." Jean Grey lowered her head and helplessly rubbed her face. "I don't know how to explain it to you, but the person I was before wasn't me. No—the one controlling my body wasn't me. I can't explain it clearly. My mind is a mess right now. I want some peace and quiet."
Sure enough, Star-Lord popped up at that moment and, as though competing for it, asked the sand sculpture question, "Who's Peace and Quiet?"
"Relax. Have some soda." Su Ming grabbed Peter by the ear and tossed him over to Daisy, then smiled at Jean and gestured for her to take a few more bites to settle herself. "I know all about the Phoenix. Did you forget