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.,A cold light, streaked across the horizon, came from the west.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。