The Return of the Un

Yang Qingqing helped the unconscious youth up and pinched his acupoints with force. Her cold voice now had a hint of panic.,Qin Yi's eyes quietly swept over the crowd around him, and finally his gaze fixed on the scarlet digits of the electronic clock on the wall, falling into deep contemplation.,"Very well, even as a warlord in the eighteen layers of hell, my existence is already utterly pointless. If I were to overthrow the world once more and be reborn, what meaning would it hold"。