lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Never would I have thought that Zuo Guanglie, like myself, would die in such a desolate backwater..." The man in the flame robe shifted his gaze, taking in his surroundings. With a hint of bewilderment, he asked, "What is this place called",A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,Under the support of the Nine Evil Xuan Yin Formation, ten thousand snakes grew wildly and were constantly reborn. The art of setting fire to the prairie lost its enduring power and was slowly dissolved.。