"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 fragrance is like a call from the ancient times, awakening his slumbering memories.,"To all those who have hurt me, from today onwards, I will be your nightmare! Hehehe!"。
