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.,Zhong shi urgently patted his chest: "This child, he is probably playing truant again.",He suddenly opened his eyes wide, two cold beams shooting from his pupils. He saw the three little ghosts charging toward him and swung his fist. He furrowed his brow, rolled to the ground, and quickly dodged their attack. Then, he swiftly picked up three pebbles, aimed for their knees, and flung them with all his might.。