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.,Just now, when this broom star didn't lie on the ground, it scared him out of his wits.,When facing the Chen brothers, he bit down on his face, untied his belt with a sorrowful expression.。