lt;lt;lt;Red-hearted

That was the sound of a white-clad swordsman's sword slicing through the sky!,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.,The beggar silently counted his steps, constantly telling himself, "I'm almost there."。