lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,The beggars, as if pardoned, sprang to their feet and ran. Only the beggar who had spoken first hesitated for a moment, staring at the broken windowpane. But his companion tugged him roughly by the arm: "Do you want to die",But in this dilapidated Taoist temple, there were not without people.。