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

aloof young man landed gracefully, right on top of the blanket Tang Wulin had dropped. He also just happened to step on the embroidered flower Na'er had stitched onto it.Tang Wulin roared in anger, "W..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon was a cat."Let's go!"Li Chushui looked a little shy, nodding to Tang Wulin before releasing his own spirit.The short, azure hair turned partially white. One of her originally blue eyes transformed in...