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.",When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.。