lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.,Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,Gongyang Bai merely caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and he had the illusion that his eyes were being slashed! He didn't have time to investigate, because in the instant he saw it, the cold light darted to the front of Zuo Guanglie, circling him once!。