lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Gong Yang Bai's silent gaze watched all of this, the next breath, was blood frozen.,Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, and a sharp shriek tore through the air.,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.。