lt;The Pocket Dimens

"Younger Sister Yan Shuxue said urgently, 'Didn't my younger brother come down the mountain and go home long ago',The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,Yan Xiaoshi closed his eyes, sighing that even being a ghost was hard work. Suddenly, with no warning, a flurry of punches and kicks landed on him. This time, the pain was very clear.。