MTL - Football Feast, Starting From the Acquisition of European Clubs - Chapter 493 Let the bullets fly for a while

"An accident. She's pregnant. How unlucky. She got pregnant in one shot!

In the eyes of outsiders, Hyuga Yuuto is a genius in the traditional sense of the Hyuga family:

Tough, strong, gentle, and calm, he is a partner worth relying on at all times.

However, no one knows, in countless silent nights.

The young genius of the separation family stroked the caged bird engraved on his head and fell asleep with the sharp needle in his mouth, fearing that in his sleep he would reveal the madness and anger deep in his heart——

“What Uchiha Itachi can do, I, Hinata Yuuto, can’t dare to do?”

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She, the unfavoured adopted daughter of the Lin Clan, was just a pitiful little girl who had to live under someone else's roof.

And he, son of the richest man in the country, tall, handsome, and cold and evil.Originally, the two of them had not interacted at all.

However, due to a coincidence, she had become his wife.She had originally thought that she was only being used by him, but he would actually be a wife-doting man!

Whoever dared to bully her would be annihilated by him!

He was extremely overbearing outside, yet he was more like a hungry wolf in bed.

She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to escape, but he blocked her.He lovingly asked, “Wife, you’re already pregnant with my child, where are you going to escape to?”

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.