The Return of the Un

"You useless piece of trash, don't you dare die!" Yang Qingqing wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and muttered under her breath.,Otherwise, how could Yang Qingqing, with just a few punches, have injured his abdominal muscles,"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"。