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.,But in this dilapidated Taoist temple, there were not without people.,He had prepared for death and was waiting, but he didn't die. Instead, he "listened" to the whole extraordinary battle from beginning to end.。