lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He extended a long, slender, white hand, his five fingers curled into a pocket.,Now he stood before the remains of Zuo Guanglie. This arduous journey had finally reached its end—if that pile of flesh could still be called a body.,Chunks of flesh, bits of bone, shards of some kind of metal, more chunks of flesh, finger bones, an unidentified half-piece of wood...。