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

pen. 。“Wulin” 。The sound of the ancient moon came 。"What's wrong" Tang Wulin asked with a smile. 。Gu Yue looked at him and gently shook her head, "It's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to call you." 。T..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demont the level of standard models. In almost an instant, they were face to face with each other. 。With a powerful thrust, they plunged their spears forward without any flourish. 。The mecha's long spear,...