A red robe appeared in the middle of the year. That red robe of middle age was just the opposite of a white woman. His skin was flaming red, as if it would catch fire. Standing alone, he could raise the surrounding temperature by several degrees.
"Hum, you'll be easy to deal with," the woman in white snorted, "And also, control your flames better in the future. Over the past 100 years, you have turned the land into a desert, a Firestone Zone, this burning sensation makes me uncomfortable."
"Hey, your place has snowstorms every day; the chill makes me uncomfortable. Why don't you say you should control your own powers first?"
Two.
At this moment, another voice resonated, its richness and depth causing even the sky to tremble.
Hu
