lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky, the strong wind whipping his flaming robe and long hair. He raised his right hand. The wide sleeves of his crimson robe slipped down, revealing arms sculpted like jade.,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”,Left Guanglie died, but the Zhulong fire in his body did not dissipate. It was still slowly expanding.。