Zhang Fatty let out a ghastly grin: “If anything were to happen to her, I wouldn’t live either. Even if I die, I want to die in front of her.”,"Qiyun, isn't the Underworld quite busy" I muttered softly when Jiang Qiyun pulled me up. "There are already seven Ye helping out.",This… I can hug. How come you, Seventh Uncle, can’t。