The Return of the Un

"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.,"Alas, I'm back. Back to 2008 summer of my previous life!" Qin Yi took a deep breath and smiled knowingly.,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。