lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.,He laughed, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, yet they vanished in an instant, scorched away.,To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.。