lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighed, and said, "Go on.",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",Chunks of flesh, bits of bone, shards of some kind of metal, more chunks of flesh, finger bones, an unidentified half-piece of wood...。