lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The man in the flame-colored robe moved his fingers slightly, ready to erase these beggars.,They didn't even have time to scream before they died.,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.。