lt;The Pocket Dimens

"These days, with the war raging on, our village is probably only able to enjoy food and drink thanks to the Yan family.",Grass mud horse, these days, even being a ghost is not easy.,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.。