lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.,Mò Jīngyǔ reached back with his hand, wanting to open the copper chest on his back and use his last resort. But his hands trembled uncontrollably, he didn't have the strength to lift the lid.。