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

. 。She stood up and sat down by her husband's bedside, "Ziran, our family is finally reunited." 。"Finally..."Tang Wulin rushed to the restaurant, ordering a plentiful breakfast, not just for his moth..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonips. 。The originally planned draw similar to alms did not appear, and after losing, he unexpectedly chose to admit defeat. 。In that moment of confession, he realized the glow around him had vanished....