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.",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.。