o his life. 。But so what No matter what, one must keep living. 。Come on! His eyes flashed with a cold light, Tang Wulin took a deep breath and with a flick of his right hand, a yellow light instantly..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon purple storm and the giant skeleton's green flames collided, barely managing to hold back the flames from striking the crowd further. They couldn't launch a counterattack. 。In that instant, everyone...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon