lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.,But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,A myriad of translucent water arrows, like a swarm of locusts, flew in. They were gathered by some force and shot towards Guanglie's side with blinding speed.。