My husband is the Ki

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.,He seemed a little afraid I'd change my mind, glancing back at me as he took a step.,“Let me warn you one last time,” I couldn't help but say. “You, her… tethering yourself to a demon… won’t end well.”。