lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The man in the mask, named Mo Jingyu, flew backward with his hands outstretched and fingers spread wide. Each finger was connected to a translucent thread, the other end of which led into the bronze box. He suddenly pulled it out!,This power was not something that Zuo Guanglie, with his dwindling strength, could control. He was merely a trigger, a conduit, using his genius and determination to allow the true might of Zhulong to be unleashed into this world, even for a brief moment.,Until this moment, unnoticed by anyone, he revealed a childlike innocence within his usual gentleness and coldness.。