Chapter 643

"Hawk Phoenix."

"Wanda Maximoff."

After Hawk and Wanda exchanged names, their eyes met.

"I come from the future."

"The future..."

Wanda listened to Hawk's words, her eyes filled with scarlet Chaos Magic flickering as she looked at Hawk.

"No wonder I felt you weren't here."

"But since you come from the future and know about this place, why..."

"The past cannot be changed."

Hawk knew what Wanda wanted to ask and said directly, his gaze falling on Billy and Tang Mi in the crib, then seemingly thinking of something, he looked at Wanda.

"Do you regret it?"

"What?"

Wanda was still thinking about the meaning of 'the past cannot be changed'. Hearing Hawk's 'do you regret it', she subconsciously looked up at Hawk, then followed Hawk's gaze to Billy and Tang Mi in the crib, realized what he meant, and looked at Hawk.

"Will you kill us?"

"No."

Hawk didn't dwell too much on this question.

No matter which aspect you look at it from, both emotionally and rationally, he had no motive to take action against Wanda.

Even killing people requires a basic law.

What's more, Hawk wasn't some bloodthirsty person. Although he would destroy a sect for small things and a clan for big things, setting those aside, Hawk was still a very reasonable person.

Emotionally speaking, whether he was willing to admit it or not, Jean, Billy, and Tang Mi were indeed his bloodline descendants.

A tiger doesn't eat its own cubs.

He had no reason to kill these three children; likewise, as the children's mother, Wanda, he had even less reason to kill her.

Legally speaking, Wanda was also a victim. Although Wanda might have been willing at the beginning, from another perspective, even if Wanda hadn't been willing at the time, Strucker would have made Wanda willing.

So...

The one who should die was Strucker, not Wanda.

As soon as Hawk thought of Strucker, he thought of how he had been busy breaking through to the Seventh Sense after obtaining the Mind Stone these days and had forgotten about Strucker in the Underworld.

Old thing, just you wait. When I'm done with the Seventh Sense, I'll go to the Underworld and treat you well.

The Eight Great Prisons of the Underworld!

I will make you the first all-around player to enjoy the Eight Great Underworld Prisons that I have carefully prepared.

Hawk's thoughts turned.

At the same time.

Just as he said he wouldn't kill Wanda.

Wanda's voice followed closely behind.

"Then I don't regret it either."

"..."

Hawk came back to his senses and looked at Wanda.

Wanda met Hawk's eyes, her gaze falling on Billy and Tang Mi in the crib: "They are my sons, so I never regret it."

Hawk looked at the flickering eyes Wanda cast on Billy and Tang Mi, and the smile on her cheeks, and in his mind, the look on the blonde woman's face when she held him and his sister Anya in her arms appeared.

The look on Wanda's face right now was exactly the same as that of the blonde woman.

He could tell that Wanda wasn't lying.

It's just...

Hawk withdrew his gaze.

"I should go."

"They are also your sons; you should be the one to name them."

Wanda looked at Hawk, who was about to leave, and said softly.

Hawk didn't think: "Billy, Tang Mi!"

The moment the names were spoken,

Hawk was a bit dazed.

He had originally thought that the names Billy and Tang Mi were also chosen by Wanda, after all, Billy and Tang Mi were the names of Wanda's twin sons.

As it turned out!

It was actually him who chose them.

After 'Billy' and 'Tang Mi' blurted out, Hawk was dazed for a moment before coming back to his senses.

Wanda listened to the two names Hawk gave, thought for a moment, nodded, and looked at Billy and Tang Mi in the crib with a smile: "Billy, Tang Mi."

Hawk watched this scene, turned around, and disappeared into this timeline.

In the small universe.

As Hawk used the Time Stone to swim upstream and then downstream in the timeline, constantly perceiving the cheating behavior of time.

The yellow Mind Stone, the crimson of his own small universe, and the blood red of the Reality Stone—amidst the collision of these three different colored lights.

The essence of Hawk's small universe, the crimson Phoenix head, also gradually faded from golden yellow, leaving only the gold of the gold, the gold of the Gold Saint, the gold of the golden small universe...

Time was in a closed loop.

Hawk's timeline was also shrinking.

With his stay in the past timeline, his perception of time became increasingly clear. If at the very beginning he still needed to rely on the Time Stone to swim upstream on his own timeline.

Then right now, Hawk had an illusion that he could swim upstream even without the Time Stone.

However...

Even if it was an illusion, it was a good thing.

Because this kind of illusion only appears after one's own strength has increased geometrically, just like the illusion he had when he first awakened his small universe, feeling that he could tear the sky apart with one punch.

But while illusions are good, one cannot treat an illusion as a feeling.

The moment his own illusion arose, Hawk no longer focused on perceiving time as he had before, but focused more on sorting out the illusion.

As his perception of time slowed down, the color in the small universe that had almost dyed his own small universe from silver to golden yellow also gradually slowed down.

But...

The speed at which the pure gold color was soaking in was getting faster.

This day.

Strucker, with an ugly expression and a hint of confusion, turned and led the Hydra researchers away from the house where Wanda was staying.

After Strucker and the others had gone far away, Pietro returned to the room, came to his sister's side, and looked at Billy and Tang Mi, who seemed to have grown a bit larger and could already crawl on the mat.

"Billy and Tang Mi didn't inherit his power?"

"That's what the test results said."

Wanda still looked at Billy and Tang Mi, who were crawling happily, with doting eyes, and then looked at Pietro: "This is normal. Heredity isn't one hundred percent. What, just because they didn't inherit his power, you don't like Billy and Tang Mi anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Pietro shook his head quickly: "How could that be? They are my nephews, my own nephews, how could I not like them."

But...

Wanda's words seemed to be directed at Pietro, but the corner of Wanda's eye fell on Hawk, who was playing with blocks with his daughter Jean in the dining room to the side.

Hawk perceived the gaze that had fallen on him and didn't speak.

In the evening.

Hawk tucked Jean, who had finished washing up, into bed, and after coaxing her to sleep, he prepared to leave.

The kind that wouldn't come back.