My husband is the Ki

From the hem of his sleeves, an inky garment that shimmered faintly with silver light, a chain trailed. Jiang Qiyun stood before the gate of hell, eyes lowered as he stared at me.,Liu Feifei collapsed in the mud like a deflated ball.,"Well, with such twisted infatuation, I won't say much more. Just watch as they crawl out of the hole."。