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

trange feeling arose. 。That feeling was like having a seed planted inside his body, and that seed had sprouted, finally beginning to blossom with the breath of life. 。The feeling was simply too amazi..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon 。In the hands of this black skeleton, the weapons were also a sword and shield. The war sword slashed down from thin air, a black ray descending from the sky, striking directly at Qian Hufuzhi. 。It s...