lt;The Pocket Dimens

Since villagers passing by the front gate of Yan's mansion smelled the fragrance of the food, they couldn't help but stop and swallow a few times.,"These days, with the war raging on, our village is probably only able to enjoy food and drink thanks to the Yan family.",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."。