lt;The Pocket Dimens

Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,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.",When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.。