lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Outside the Maple Forest City, in the countryside, it was rare to see any people. There was only a small Taoist temple, which had long since fallen into disrepair.,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 was a beggar on the brink of death, waiting only for his final moment.。