lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

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.,Throughout the battle, which raged within this nameless abandoned watchtower, no one paid it the slightest attention.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。