lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The wooden statue of a deity in the Taoist temple was long gone, likely burned by beggars for fuel. But beneath the altar lay a child beggar, barely alive, motionless, perhaps counting down the days until his death - this was the reason the beggar had hesitated before.,With the Left Light and Right Fierce as the center, a hundred-zhang expanse of sky was enveloped in red, and the torrential arrows were all rendered useless.,Not until all the Daoists had left and the token in his hand shattered did Li Yi slightly tilt his head to look at the expanding Zhu Rong fire seed.。