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.,I suddenly realized, this guy must know a lot. I might as well take the opportunity to ask him some more questions!,This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。