A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,After that, the two picked up their chopsticks and started eating. To be honest, the taste of the dish was really not good, far inferior to the home-cooked dishes of later generations with various seasonings!,Li Wan'er still sat in the corner, hugging her legs, and raising her head, asked: "Then where are you from"。