Yang Qingqing helped the unconscious youth up and pinched his acupoints with force. Her cold voice now had a hint of panic.,"Hurry, call Mr. Qin! Young Master is about to get into trouble.","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"。