lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Like Zuo Guanglie, he single-handedly raised a sun!,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.,The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy panting and brought the jade bottle in front of him.。