lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

This man had sword brows that reached his temples, a handsome and dignified bearing. His crimson flame-patterned robe was intricately and anciently woven, making him stand out from the crowd. However, at this moment, his hair was disheveled and his robe had some tears, revealing a touch of embarrassment.,But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,He was truly very sick. Even through the grime that marred his features, one could still see the ghastly pallor of weakness.。