The Return of the Un

"The fragrance is warm and inviting, as delicate as a orchid!" Qin Yi's nostrils twitched slightly, his lips seemed to carry a dreamlike breath.,After years of hard work, their parents' life's achievements were reduced to ashes, and they eventually died from depression!,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。