lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.,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.,Crimson flames bloomed freely in this tiny world, dazzlingly brilliant for a moment, gathering splendor within a single space.。