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

gth, his persistence, all seemed to shatter at this moment, dissolving into tears, big drops, falling one after another.A drop of tear fell into the spirit orb, gradually wetting the grass serpent ins..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonthey still achieve victory against such a powerful opponentFrom Xie Xian and Gu Yue's expressions, it was evident that their initial confidence had wavered. As for myself Within this San Rao team, I w...