lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.,The beggars, as if pardoned, sprang to their feet and ran. Only the beggar who had spoken first hesitated for a moment, staring at the broken windowpane. But his companion tugged him roughly by the arm: "Do you want to die",The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.。