lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”,He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.,From the front of the offering table to outside the Taoist temple, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps.。