lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

All the cultivators besieging Zu Guanglie coughed up blood.,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 saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.。