lt;The Pocket Dimens

In the same large iron pot, green vegetables were being cooked. The vegetable soup had no oil at all.,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.","This damn troublemaker, daring to pretend to be dead and scare me I'll beat him until his mother wouldn't recognize him."。