lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

"Massacre, is that your way" Zu Guanglie curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his words unknown to whom. But a pair of eyes as bright as stars were gradually being covered by a cold emotion.,The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!,Within him, a warmth unlike any other, flared suddenly and swelled.。