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

s the distress signal!" A frantic voice echoed in his ears, and Tang Wulin's consciousness slowly returned. The icy numbness on his body also gradually faded away. 。Through the metallic scraping, ligh..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonXie lowered his head, but his fists were already clenched tightly. He suddenly stood up and walked out. 。Xu Xiaoyan's face also looked a little bad. 。Look at Tang Wulin. 。Tang Wulin calmly stood up an...