lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

The beggars sprinted with their legs, perhaps never running so desperately for themselves in their entire lives.,The chief cultivator's face was thin and pale. The dark robe on his body had frost patterns embroidered on the hems.,Whoever enters this dungeon, will have their breath condense into frost after one breath, their blood freeze solid after two breaths, and their body turn to corpse within three.。