lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

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.,He had an extremely cold face and stood sideways, as if he were always keeping his distance from the world.,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。