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

it up!" Tang Wulin's voice had already begun to turn cold.Zhou Changxi's eyebrows shot up, his slightly protruding eyes widening, giving him a rather fierce look. "Who are you talking to""Pick it up!... slowly rose. The middle-aged man turned around and got in his car. Driving the Soul Guide bus, he quickly drove through, heading towards Slayers City. 。The iron gate was lowered again, and the staff...