lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He turned his head, hands clasped behind him, his gaze fixed upon the inky sky. There, hidden in the shadows, lurked his enemies, a pack of powerful figures closing in like wolves – they were the very ones Zuo Guanglie sought to kill!,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",Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。