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.,Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu looked at each other, both seeing immense shock in the other's eyes.,His jaw, his brows, his eyes, even the corners of his lips, all held a blade-like sharpness. Yet his gaze was placid, almost gentle.。