lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Zu Guanglie ah Zu Guanglie, is this your magnanimity Venting your anger on these pitiful people who no one cares about",Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.,A cold light, streaked across the horizon, came from the west.。