lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

That was the sound of a white-clad swordsman's sword slicing through the sky!,Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, both seeing immense shock in the other's eyes.,Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.。