lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

A translucent arrow rain formed a giant funnel, covering half the sky!,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.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。