lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Please don't misunderstand..." Gongyang Bai spread his hands in front of him, then suddenly raised them. "My respect!",Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.,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.。