lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

When a young deer fords the stream, birds fly through the forest.,This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.,In the billowing steam, Zhao Liguo rose to the sky with a mighty roar, his long hair flying wildly in the wind, his aura fierce and imposing.。