lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

But Zuo Guanglie flipped his hand, extinguishing the sparks that emerged from his fingertips.,To a powerful cultivator, the small nation of Zhuang Guo was inconsequential. For Zhuang Guo's three thousand li of land, Fenglin City was as insignificant as dust. And even for Fenglin City itself, this dilapidated hermitage in the suburbs had long been forgotten.,The mouth of the bottle was completely blown off, leaving only half of the bottle body.。