lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,A man with bare feet, wearing a mask and carrying a bronze chest on his back, stood on the back of a flying hawk, silent as the wind. Or perhaps, his words were already lost in the flash of steel.,"He who slays my body is but myself, and he who burns my soul is but Zhu Rong!"。