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,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。