lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The northeastern corner of the Zhuang nation's sky was shrouded in dark clouds.,This scene was so magnificent that it was difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink strokes at the edge of the painting.,Even the white-faced Gong Yang turned pale: “How is that possible! Where did he get the Zhu Rong lineage from How could he possibly summon the true form of Zhu Rong!”。