lt;The Pocket Dimens

In the same large iron pot, green vegetables were being cooked. The vegetable soup had no oil at all.,Zhong shi urgently patted his chest: "This child, he is probably playing truant again.",A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.。