Eternal Flower

Yan Yang looked at the embroidery needle in his hand, now restricted to "once per week," and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had no use for it for now, so he carefully put it away.

He now had a needle in his bag that could repair anything, and a Spoon that could make food delicious... Why was this development heading more and more toward the path of a dutiful homemaker?

This style was all wrong!

He looked at Mewtwo, who stood nearby with an aloof, cool temperament, like some reclusive master, and inwardly complained like mad.

Miss Xiao Ai, don't let this guy fool you! He wasn't some innocent little flower. Cut him open, and he was probably black all the way through—a scheming villain!

He really had been a villain who'd caused huge trouble before! As for what kind of huge trouble? Anyway, he had definitely done something huge.

As if sensing Yan Yang's slanderous thoughts, Mewtwo's cold gaze swept indifferently toward him.

Yan Yang instantly chickened out and swallowed the rest of his words.

Forget it, forget it. Dad Entei was probably still sulking over me charging into that explosion earlier. He probably wouldn't back me up... Better back down for now. Staying alive was more important.

A true man had to know when to yield and when to stand tall!

Xiao Ai went to prepare tea and snacks. After all the commotion, no one had eaten yet, and they were indeed getting hungry.

For the moment, only Yan Yang and Mewtwo remained in the living room, staring at each other. The atmosphere was subtly awkward.

"Hey, bad... uh, Mewtwo," Yan Yang said, trying his best to sound natural. "You've had enough fun, right? Hurry up and return my Cosmog's Poké Ball."

Mewtwo continued to