lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,In the face of such overwhelming power, what made him different from those deceased beggars,After a long silence, the black token finally emitted a powerful voice, "Two clear."。