lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

“This is Zu Guanglie…” Mo Jingyu promptly severed the connection with the puppet Feiya. At this moment, he spread a pair of mechanical iron wings behind him, hovering beside Gong Yang Bai, his voice heavy and strained, “A man who almost single-handedly slaughtered through Hangu Pass!”,Whether they are gifted individuals descended from ancient temple clans or members of renowned aristocratic bloodlines.,He saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.。