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.,Qin Yi walked quickly out of the bar. The outside air was refreshing. Under the brightly lit and bustling street, a bitter smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.,In this lawless and desolate realm, the ones who control the spatial order are the strongest Ghost King and the ancient sects from Hell.。