"Oh no, wouldn't this fellow be truly dead from the fall" Yang Qingqing frowned, her willow brows furrowed. She leaned in by the youth's nostrils, probing for breath. There was no warmth at all.,Qin Yi smiled slightly and didn't resist, allowing the crowd to restrain him in the chair.,Immediately, his face turned cold, radiating a thick aura of killing intent.。