lt;The Pocket Dimens

This is a matter of the Yan family's household, we have no business interfering. Let's go, let's go home for dinner.,Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,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.。