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.,It's perfect timing, you're back just in time to wash up and have dinner.,A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.。