lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He danced with his fingers, summoning puppet ravens from the box. They flew out in a flurry, swarming towards the fireworks. Each raven extinguished a bloom of fire, but the fireworks seemed endless while the number of ravens dwindling.,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”,A cold light, streaked across the horizon, came from the west.。