lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

He was either lucky, but the word luck seemed so incongruous with him. His tattered clothes, his gaunt and sickly appearance, even his breath that seemed almost to drift away, all spoke of an unfortunate reality.,From the Taoist temple gate to Zuoguanglie's corpse, there were a total of 324 steps.,He saw only one, round and shiny pill remaining at the bottom of the bottle. His breath caught in his throat.。