lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,"This damn troublemaker, daring to pretend to be dead and scare me I'll beat him until his mother wouldn't recognize him.",When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.。