
lt;The Pocket Dimens
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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.,The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,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."。