The Return of the Un

"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,This son of a bitch is bullying me in front of everyone, what's left of my face if this gets out,After Qin Yi's death, his soul was drawn by the returning tunnel to the eighteenth layer of hell.。