lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Before the scorching sun could spread, an untold number of arrows had already rained down. The running beggars fell one after another. Their bodies were riddled with holes from the piercing shots.,Hundreds of iron feathers, each wielding a blade, roared in, every flash of steel a different sword style, some ferocious, some insidious.,"Family shame is national disgrace, and it's impossible to wash away even with all the rivers and seas!"。