lt;The Pocket Dimens

Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,He was slender, with a mole on the corner of his right eye that looked like a drop of red. With that mole as an adornment, he was very handsome.,Chen Dahui let out a cold snort and kicked the sodden Nian on the ground. "This bad omen is probably pretending to be dead, Erhe, Sanhe, keep beating him."。