lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The flaming robe burns, the long hair burns, the eyebrows burn, the flesh and blood burn, the soul...burns!,“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”,No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say another word.。