lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighed, and said, "Go on.",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,Gong Yang Bai's silent gaze watched all of this, the next breath, was blood frozen.。