Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

w than I was before, and it should take about the same amount of time. 。With such a judgment, his mood calmed down a few points. 。For the next three days, Tang Wulin stayed in his room to cultivate. A..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone or six seconds before finally gradually subsiding. Yan Feng remained standing there, her feet unmoved. 。His body was clad in golden armor, flames of crimson red swirling across its surface, not a tr...