My husband is the Ki

From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,"What's the difference between her now and a vegetable" I pressed on.,"Qiyun, isn't the Underworld quite busy" I muttered softly when Jiang Qiyun pulled me up. "There are already seven Ye helping out."。