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

ant and there are no records of such a thing. 。Wang Jinxi looked at Tang Wulin, his expression becoming very strange. 。What kind of bloodline is that It actually has such a huge impact on itself. 。Ac..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonmoment, she curled up and transformed into a ball of golden light that burrowed into Moklan's nose.Pressure's hands moved gently, countless golden sparks swirling around Ink Blue's body. 。The tubes th...