lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,"With your pathetic appearance, you dare to peek at Liu Qianqian You're just a toad trying to eat swan meat."。