"The fragrance is warm and inviting, as delicate as a orchid!" Qin Yi's nostrils twitched slightly, his lips seemed to carry a dreamlike breath.,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.,"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"。