lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,As he spoke, the robed cultivators who accompanied him began to form seals. Their movements were astonishingly synchronized, as if they had been carved from the same mold.,The temperature plummeted, a touch of frost forming on his brow. The entire chaotic cavern was frozen, covered in a layer of ice.。