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.,This fragrance is like a call from the ancient times, awakening his slumbering memories.,And that utterly incompetent self, in the end, made up his mind and, fueled by a deep-seated grudge, bound himself with explosives, intending to perish together with Yan Dong. However, he was foiled by Yan Dong's bodyguard who struck him flying with a single palm.。