lt;The Pocket Dimens

In the evening, at dusk. The Bookworm's Pavilion (),Zhong shi urgently patted his chest: "This child, he is probably playing truant again.",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."。