The Return of the Un

Before me stood a woman of striking beauty. Her oval face was pale and smooth, without a hint of makeup. Her features were delicate yet elegant, refined without being common.,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"。