Volume One, Chapter 25: Half an Hour... Can You Manage?

“Cough, cough!”

Ji Yao spat out the mouthful of porridge she had just swallowed, choking as it went down the wrong passage. Xie Huaijin patted her back repeatedly. Once she had recovered, he concernedly handed her a tissue. “Feeling better?”

Behind Wu Yong, iron sand formed a pair of black wings. In the next instant, the two completed a midair connection.

Thomas frowned slightly, unsure what exactly this young man was trying to say. As an exorcist, he was fairly well known in Scotland, so it was only natural that people had heard of him.

She knew perfectly well that she was facing the invincible Land Dragon King, and that outside the tent the fearsome Eight Heavenly Dragon Generals were waiting as well. Yet not the slightest trace of fear appeared on her face.

Only recently had Kyoko confirmed that she did not have to wait until after the turbulence to make another jump. She merely had to wait for the Pathfinder’s system to recharge, and then she could jump again.

Ye Tian’s eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at Xia Yan’s chest, unable to look away.

Wu Yong was not surprised by this result. The physical traits of the Toad Clan had prevented him from killing them in a single blow. Once they lost their ability to fight, retreat was inevitable.

That was indeed the truth. Until a better means of transportation appeared, flying brooms remained the best way for wizards to travel. Though brooms these days were terribly uncomfortable and difficult to control, there was simply no better alternative.

He had only fifty years left to live—or rather, assuming his cells continued dividing normally, he could live for another fifty years.

It was only because she was someone he knew and cared about that Si Qi watched her battle with what seemed like admiration.

The next day, after taking over the shift, I did not leave. Instead, I waited for the boss to arrive. Once I received my wages, I went to buy a phone.

“Okay!” Tang Yan answered softly, her voice as tender as water. “Husband, I’ll come to H City and meet you according to plan. You only need to wait another dozen or so days. When the time comes, I’ll be generous and satisfy your longing!” Tang Yan was making another empty promise.

“What trouble?” Yanjun pressed, but Yuan Baojing ignored her completely. Chen Jingchu gestured for him to follow and led Yuan Baojing into the shop. Through the spotless crystal window, Yanjun saw the curtain leading to the rear courtyard rise and fall. A person meeting the shopkeeper for the first time had actually been invited straight into the back room.

Achilles had been immersed in the waters of the River Styx by his mother from the moment of his birth. Thetis stopped only because she feared he would drown, gripping the heel that had not touched the river before withdrawing her hand. Thus, apart from his heel, every part of Achilles’s body was impervious to blades and spears.

“There it is. The matter here has been settled, and there is nothing worth lingering over!” The Grandmaster slung a tattered bundle over his shoulder and prepared to leave.

Only at Charlie’s insistence did the angels resume their earnest pursuit. They were still not particularly enthusiastic, but at least they had regained some momentum.

Everything was thanks to Lin Yifan. He felt that Lin Yifan was practically a god—omnipotent and feared by all.

The formation was still there, but the meaning behind it was gone. So it turned out that Simeone truly had never regarded his opponent as a threat.

Lin Yifan could not understand what he was saying, so he asked the two shepherds who had come with him to translate.

The two of them left the hall, while the others remained inside, busy cultivating connections. Ding Shan seemed intent on befriending Xu Maoxian, so he followed them out as well.

But Pogba finally displayed the finest technical moment of the match. Without breaking stride, he received Felipe’s rolling pass and gently chipped it directly toward Ding Yue, who was sprinting into the middle.

Seeing that Luo Quan had agreed, Zhi Fubao did not bother with anything else. Saving money was the overriding principle, and Luo Quan could hardly sell them off anyway. So he busied himself helping Ye Fei and Qi Leer load their luggage into Luo Quan’s car.