lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Chen Dahui let out a cold snort and kicked the sodden Nian on the ground. "This bad omen is probably pretending to be dead, Erhe, Sanhe, keep beating him.",Wasn't he dead On the way to the army, the Mercedes-Benz he was driving collided head-on with a heavy truck. The truck directly crushed the Mercedes-Benz underneath it. In that situation, there was absolutely no chance of survival.。