lt;The Pocket Dimens

The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,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.",It's the feeling of a fist and the soles of shoes landing on something.。