lt;The Pocket Dimens

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