lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,"Too weak..." Zuo Guanglie, his whole body engulfed in flames, roared: "Too weak!",His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.。