lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, and a sharp shriek tore through the air.,"He who slays my body is but myself, and he who burns my soul is but Zhu Rong!"。