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

and even if no one in this world could punish him, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his own heart. 。He resigned from all his positions, as he himself said, and from now on, the old Chen Xinjie is d..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonate instantly dropped from his helmet and blocked his face. 。"Ding!" A sharp ringing sound pierced the air, and Wuchangkong's head jerked back, even his entire upper body tilting backward from the blo...