lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggar couldn't refuse the words of the mysterious fairy. They even swarmed back, one after another.,A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,He extended a long, slender, white hand, his five fingers curled into a pocket.。