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.,The water vapor from the collision of fire flowers in the air and white frost gathered at a visible speed in the high sky, forming a vast expanse of white mist. Then the white clouds darkened, one cloud attracting another, layers upon layers of clouds accumulating.,He thought for a moment, then struggled to roll over and tumble out from under the offering table.。