lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Never would I have thought that Zuo Guanglie, like myself, would die in such a desolate backwater..." The man in the flame robe shifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is this place called",This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink strokes at the edge of the painting.,"Too weak, Mo Jingyu!" Zuo Guanglie crossed his hands, and in an instant, his spell was complete.。