The Return of the Un

Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,His heart pounded, his lips moving soundlessly as he muttered a few incoherent words. The tension in his nerves eased, replaced by boundless joy.,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。