lt;The Pocket Dimens

"Younger Sister Yan Shuxue said urgently, 'Didn't my younger brother come down the mountain and go home long ago',The thin young man was beaten, his head bloodied. He lay on the ground, curled up, clutching his head and trembling violently.,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.。