Chapter 874

After he discovered this problem a few days ago, he ran to Titan, ostensibly to hold a 'seventh-day' memorial for Thanos, but actually to perform a serious check on Thanos's corpse to confirm it.

What was stopping him now wasn't Grees, but the universe itself.

So Hawk's only guess now was his predecessor, Zeus; this guy must have done something that made the main multiverse feel angry.

"Hiss!"

"This guy wouldn't have swallowed the universe he was in when he transcended, would he?"

Hawk's thoughts turned, thinking of a possibility.

At first glance, this possibility seemed very absurd.

But looking closely, this possibility seemed to be the only one; otherwise, there was no way to explain why the universe was full of disgust toward him, but when he wanted to transcend, it would rather die than let him stay here.

Hawk's face turned black instantly.

"To successfully comprehend the Eighth Sense, one must leave this universe."

"But to leave this universe, one must awaken the Eighth Sense."

"Hiss!"

"It's a dead loop."

"Shit!"

"Uh..."

Wanda, who had just pushed open the living room glass door, looked at Hawk, who was sitting under the tree and seemed to have cursed at himself, and frowned: "Sorry?"

Hawk looked at Wanda, his gaze gradually focusing, coming back to his senses, and stood up from under the tree.

"Sorry, I wasn't talking about you, why did you come over today."

"Jean wants to find you to build a snowman with her."

Wanda said truthfully.

The next moment.

Five-year-old Jean poked her head out from behind Wanda, smiling brilliantly as she pounced toward Hawk: "Daddy, accompany me to build a snowman."

Hawk caught his daughter Jean, who was pouncing toward him.

"Okay, we..."

"No."

Wanda kept a straight face, looking at her daughter Jean, who was hugging Hawk's neck: "You haven't eaten breakfast yet; go after you finish breakfast."

Daughter Jean looked up at Hawk: "But I'm not hungry, Daddy."

Hawk met his daughter Jean's gaze, then looked at Wanda, who was serious, and said to his daughter Jean: "Listen to Mommy, eat breakfast first."

Daughter Jean blinked.

"Alright."

"Let's go."

Hawk smiled, holding his daughter Jean as he returned to the house from the backyard.

Wanda walked into the kitchen naturally, opened the refrigerator, and took out the ingredients inside.

Hawk sat with his daughter Jean on the high stool at the island, increasing their father-daughter bond while waiting for Wanda's feeding, like two little birds and an old bird waiting to be fed.

Half an hour later.

Breakfast was served.

The classic three items, one portion each for Hawk and Gwen.

After Wanda took off her apron and tidied up the kitchen simply, she sat opposite the two and urged her daughter Jean to eat well.

Hawk was also eating the sandwich in his hand, his gaze gradually becoming distracted.

"Your mental state is very wrong."

"Hmm?"

Hawk came back to his senses, looked at Wanda, then shook his head and laughed: "It's nothing."

It was just a little bit of mental exhaustion.

Nothing major.

Wanda didn't speak, but extended her hands, then seemed to think of something, paused in the air, and glanced at Hawk.

Hawk saw this, understood, and bent down slightly.

Wanda smiled, extended her hands, and with the energy of Chaos Magic winding around her slender fingers, pressed them slowly onto Hawk's temples.

The next second!