lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The water vapor from the collision of fire flowers in the air and white frost gathered at a visible speed in the high sky, forming a vast expanse of white mist. Then the white clouds darkened, one cloud attracting another, layers upon layers of clouds accumulating.,In this immense, infinitely expanding inferno of power, Zuo Guanglie roared: "Who has the right to kill me!",He carefully removed the piece of flesh that was wedged in the bottle's opening and peered into the bottom.。