lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars, as if pardoned, sprang to their feet and ran. Only the beggar who had spoken first hesitated for a moment, staring at the broken windowpane. But his companion tugged him roughly by the arm: "Do you want to die",Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,He carefully removed the piece of flesh that was wedged in the bottle's opening and peered into the bottom.。