lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!,Within him, a warmth unlike any other, flared suddenly and swelled.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。