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Chapter 280 Crisis Detection Malfunctions, Russell Attacked

After saying goodbye to Whitebeard Ancient One, Russell headed straight for his guest room.

He returned to the guest room area shortly afterward.

Russell passed by the room of the Supreme Being and found that he was not there.

Maybe he went to the library or the martial arts training ground to tinker with something.

Behind the Supreme Wonder's room is Gaia's room.

The room was brightly lit, and Gaia's muttering voice could be heard from time to time.

Russell thought Gaia had already left, but he didn't expect her to still be there. He just sent Atum back first.

He raised his hand, intending to knock on the door and go in to comfort Gaia, telling her not to worry about Atum.

Atem's problem might be tricky for many top players.

But for Russell, it was a perfect match for his expertise.

But after thinking about it, Russell abandoned the plan.

The day before yesterday, the white-bearded Ancient One had a late-night "secret meeting" with Gaia, which led to a misunderstanding by the apprentice sorceress Madeline.

Russell didn't want to be misunderstood either.

Although it wasn't a big deal, it was still quite embarrassing.

Russell then passed by Wanda's room again.

Wanda's room was also brightly lit.

She's up so late at night, I wonder what's bothering her.

Russell shook his head, walked to his room door, and pushed it open.

He, the Wizard Russell, was a person with a regular lifestyle. Even when he was also the Wizard Spider-Man, he would not wander around outside late at night.

sleep!

Russell lay down on the bed, pulled the covers up, and fell asleep immediately.

About half an hour after Russell fell asleep, a furtive figure pushed open his door and slipped into the room.

The shadowy figure walked quietly to Russell's bedside, looked at the sleeping Russell, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved.

Finally, the shadowy figure nodded firmly, as if it had made up its mind.

Russell hasn't dreamt in a long time.

His mental power is so strong that he can easily distinguish between reality and dreams, and even control dreams.

But for him, reality and dreams are not much different.

If he wanted, he could manipulate reality as he would a dream.

Therefore, there's even less reason to dream.

Therefore, everything before my eyes must not be a dream.

His sense of danger failed him, and he was ambushed and his life was taken by someone.

Russell looked down at the cup.

The raised blanket couldn't block his gaze.

He saw the whorl of hair under the blanket.

The owner of the hair whorl is his current neighbor.

hiss~

Russell took a light breath.

He didn't know who taught Wanda the three spitting and three grasping techniques.

But it's clear she didn't learn it well; it was probably her first time using it.

It wasn't a real bite.

I'll have to sacrifice myself to let her practice more in the future.

But there's something even more important to do now.

Russell tapped his finger, and a glimmer of light silently appeared, enveloping the entire room.

The next moment, the room completely disappeared from the spacetime of Universe 616.

As a master of time management, Bertrand Russell has always been careful to protect his privacy.

Maybe some old geezer has a voyeuristic fetish.

Russell then continued to pretend to be asleep, letting Wanda do as she pleased.

He's feeling conflicted right now and needs to calm down.

He is a model young man with good morals and character; he really doesn't want to be a scumbag.

In this situation, he is helpless because it gives others a handle to use against him.

Something happened that night.

The next morning, Wanda woke up early.

She tiptoed away from Russell's arm that was draped over her chest.

After getting up, he repeated the previous action, moving Russell's legs away as well.

But as soon as she moved Russell's leg away, she found that Russell's arm was on her waist again.

Helpless, she could only move Russell's arm away again.

Then Russell's legs wrapped around her again.

After doing this several times, Wanda suddenly turned around, her little face turning bright red.

Good morning, little Wanda. No, big Wanda.

Russell said with a smile.

He always knew Wanda was not young.

That was a few years ago, the second time he saw Wanda.

He was resting in a rocking chair under a tree in the courtyard of Kamar-Taj.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Wanda walked up to him and asked him why he saved her.

He looked up and, when his view was obstructed and he couldn't see Wanda's expression, he knew it.

But ultimately, we cannot see the true face of Mount Lu, simply because we are in the mountain ourselves.

Russell reached out and pressed his hand against Wanda's chest, feeling her heartbeat. He said affectionately, "It's still early. Let's rest a little longer and leave when the sun is high in the sky."

Wanda gave a soft "hmm".

She lay back down on the bed and pulled the blanket over herself.

She twisted again and snuggled into Russell's arms.

"When did you wake up?"

"While you were stammering."

Russell rested his chin on Wanda's head, sharing this moment of tenderness with her.

"Little Wanda, can you hear my heartbeat?"

"Um."

Wanda nodded, bumping into Russell as she looked up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"If 'sorry' is enough, what's the point of having the police?"

Suddenly, darkness fell, and the years passed unnoticed.

"Russell, why did you help me in the first place, and why have you helped me so many times?"

"Because of love~"

"Cough, just a little bit more."

Russell coughed lightly and whispered in Wanda's ear in Chinese, "Because the Sorcerer Supreme is happy to help others."

"Then Russell, you must continue to help me."

On the fifth day of the Dharma Assembly, the three Sages of the Three Kingdoms—the Ancient One, the Whitebeard, Strange, and Doctor Strange—attended together.

The three Venerable Masters engaged in a lively exchange with many of the monks present on various difficult and complex issues in the Buddhist community.

At this point, some of the monks present no longer concealed their identities.

They frequently attacked Doctor Strange.

Since ancient times, the Venerable Master has been a position held by the most capable person.

Why should Doctor Strange be able to directly inherit the position of the Ancient One?

This was exactly what Doctor Strange wanted.

He knew long ago that many monks in the Dharma community were dissatisfied with his succession to the title of Supreme Master.

When he lacked confidence, he used the title Doctor Strange, not Sorcerer Supreme.

But times have changed, and it is time for him to once again wear the title of the Sorcerer Supreme.

From this day forward, the world will respectfully call him Doctor Strange!

"Where are the Ancient One and Bertrand Russell? Didn't he return yesterday?"

Gaia asked the white-bearded Ancient One in a low voice.

The Supreme Being beside him strangely pricked up his ears.

Neither of them was interested in the Earth-616 Sage Supreme debate.

Whitebeard Ancient One said seriously, "Russell is busy with something very important."

This matter is of utmost importance; it concerns human lives.

It will take at least three to five days to complete.

(End of this chapter)