lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

It was yet again twilight, and a star fell from the sky. Several beggars who had taken refuge in the dilapidated temple were utterly terrified and kowtowing outside its gate. Hearing someone asking them a question, one of them stammered out, "S-s... Immortal Master, this is at the outskirts of Fenglin City, and this temple... I... we don't know its name.",Those who walk off the battlefield know best the meaning of comradeship. Left Guanglie was acutely aware of his body, nearing its end, but he would never forget what brought him to this day.,The ice turned to water, the water to steam. No matter if it was a chaotic snake's pit or an icy prison, everything crumbled in an instant. In the swirling white steam, Zuo Guanglie had become a human torch.。