lt;The Pocket Dimens

The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,"You little punk, you dare to slander Qianqian's reputation Erhe, Sanhe, give him a good beating! Beat him until his teeth are scattered all over the floor.",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.。