My husband is the Ki

With a snap, the strap of my bag was ripped apart and I stumbled to the ground.,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.,When Jiang Qiyun heard this, his brows rose slightly, and the chain in his sleeve disappeared.。