lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!,Li Yi's lips twitched slightly, but the expression vanished in an instant.。