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

hì lǒu jǐn tā 。Tang Wulin sighed inwardly, it seemed he could only wait until Gu Yue recovered her memory before talking about it. 。Continuing downstream for about five or six kilometers 。When Tang Wu..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon form. 。 。"Bang!" A brilliant golden flame exploded, but instead of dissipating, it surged forward like a giant maw, "biting" at Tang Wulin. 。The intense heat burns, filled with the light and power o...