This fragrance is like a call from the ancient times, awakening his slumbering memories.,"You scoundrel!" Yang Qingqing calmed down, her eyes red with anger, and she rushed towards Qin Yi with a punch. She hit him hard in the chest, making him hunch over in pain. Only then did she feel better.,"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"。