lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

Zuo Guanglie muttered to himself, sighed, and said, "Go on.",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.,As soon as the words left his mouth, the extraordinary token, as if unable to withstand the sound, shattered instantly into countless black flakes. They slid past Li Yi's fingers and fell to the ground with a soft rustle.。