lt;The Pocket Dimens

A large iron pot bubbled with stewing pig trotters, while another large iron pot stood on a three-tiered steamer rack, filled with plump white steamed buns.,"Mother, don't worry, I'll go find my younger brother right away.",Yan Xiaoshi closed his eyes, sighing that even being a ghost was hard work. Suddenly, with no warning, a flurry of punches and kicks landed on him. This time, the pain was very clear.。