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

as if they had instantly entered winter. All Guang Pio saw was a faint blue light flash by.The dragon-like, furious momentum split instantly in two, vanishing without a trace.The dance master, Chang..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demontious first. 。"Teacher, where can I buy rare metals and have them forged" Tang Wulin asked. 。A blacksmith needs a forge. 。The teacher from the Academic Affairs Office waved and said, "After the admiss...