Chapter 89: The Flower Vase with Innate Abilities

“I’ll leave, but I want Yingying to come with me! Even if you’re her father, you can’t impose your will on her, and you certainly can’t force her to marry someone she doesn’t like!” Yan Xuan shouted loudly. “Yingying?”

Tang Xueying looked sorrowful, but when she saw Yan Xuan reaching out his hand to her, her expression grew resolute, and she was about to walk toward him.

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Heerenveen launched an attack, while Alkmaar retreated as they fought, constantly harassing the ball carrier to keep up the pressure. Deyorisić and Zomer exchanged passes, then sent the ball forward, and Huntelaar received it smoothly.

In the afternoon, Li Song replied to the director, confirming that he would act in the film.

Ferguson looked ahead to the Champions League final. Previously, teams like Chelsea hoped Manchester United would uphold the Premier League’s reputation; as long as they defeated Barcelona, the Premier League would remain the greatest power.

It seems that there is a clear difference between matches and ordinary entertainment; the reason is simple. Games are meant for fun, you can jump wherever you like, but competitions are different.

The entire battlefield was wrapped in a fiery enclosure, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. But when they saw the injuries on Li Zihao and the look of defeat in Wang Ruifeng’s eyes, everyone immediately understood that Charlotte had already won.

Kai Sa spread out his formation, ready to break through, waiting for you. Li Rongzhao looked utterly disheartened; just when he managed to defend, Kai Sa slipped past with ease.

Guanyin hurriedly played the Devil’s Print, and with a tremendous crash, both sides faced the overwhelming power once more.

At this moment, Ye Xuan seized the opportunity to step forward. Hearing her speak, the others quickly voiced their agreement.

“Damn it, I’m talking to you! Do you want a taste of my grenade?” the guy with the explosive hair cursed.

These mental shockwave attacks can carry magical, psychic, and spiritual damage all at once.

In the Palace of the Dog, Kang’s vision darkened as a throne struck his face, like a massive cauldron crashing into his consciousness.

The car’s radio played the news; lately, Han Dong often listened to the Huaguo International Broadcast. Zhang Meng didn’t ask much, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, sometimes gazing at the scenery outside, sometimes studying Han Dong’s face.

At this time, above the North Sea, in the vast Nine Palaces, stood an old man, a young man, and two other young men. They were the elders and Ye Sheng’s guardians.

“Is something bothering you? Honestly, it doesn’t matter if you don’t agree, so don’t be nervous.” Han Dong’s voice was gentle; he always won people over with virtue and would never coerce Huang Que.

“I, I—” The words ‘I’m sorry’ had lingered in his heart for ages, but facing Jiang Yue, it was hard to say them out loud. It seemed that uttering them meant admitting defeat.

Still, he could wander freely in Iron City and enjoy delicious lollipops and fruit salads from other worlds.

Qing Rang turned her face, gently biting her red lips. Her long lashes lifted upward, making her more charming than ever. Yun Ze sighed inwardly; anyone could tell she wasn’t a young lord.

“Mom, can I make my own decisions about my feelings?” Jin Guangyan said helplessly.

One must truly be able to do so; at moments like this, countless things might happen, and that is actually very important.

Half a month later, a giant skeletal hand reached up from beneath the desert, pressing against the sky above the leaves. The terrifying bone hand nearly covered the entire sky and earth, utterly shocking.

This was also the advantage of Earth’s home-field operations; every corner of the solar system could be pre-equipped with vast numbers of weapons and ambushes.

Dozens of fully armed special forces soldiers surrounded the entire villa without alerting anyone. In less than five minutes, everyone inside was subdued. Ren Xiaogong was held down on the carpet like a dead chicken, unable to move.