The unborn Dragon roared in rage.
The torrent soared into the sky, towards the enemy in front of it.
Die!
.
.
"..."
Ji Jue was dazed. In a moment of trance, he seemed to hear shouts from afar, instinctively turning his head, but outside the window, there were only the mottled shadows of trees. In the square in the distance, kids playing soccer were still roughhousing.
Nothing had happened.
There was nothing to see.
"Ji Jue, Ji Jue... Stop spacing out."
Across the dining table, his mother raised her hand and waved it in front of him, raising her voice until he finally came to his senses and looked down at the table.
Bacon sausages, stir-fried kidneys, Mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork, steamed pork belly, bean paste fish... The table was completely filled, almost with no space left for bowls.
Too much, and too spicy.
His chopsticks hesitated a bit, noticed by his mother, puzzled: "Not to your taste?"
"Ah, no, no!"
