lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Mò Jīngyǔ reached back with his hand, wanting to open the copper chest on his back and use his last resort. But his hands trembled uncontrollably, he didn't have the strength to lift the lid.,No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say another word.,He was a beggar on the brink of death, waiting only for his final moment.。