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

aid, "Then I'll go now."Lang Yue frowned and said, "It's so late, let's go tomorrow."Tang Zi Ran stood up and said, "He has just woken up, he won't fall asleep again for a while. It's not too late yet..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonit of a headache. 。Luckily, Tang Wulin's own resilience was still quite good. He could barely hold on in such an elemental tribulation. 。Unconsciously, he picked up his Soul Conduit Communicator and...