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

was the reminder of that scale that allowed Tang Wulin to sober up and recognize the identity of the person before him. 。A surprising and melodious voice rang out, "My illusion was drawn from the dep..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonat strength was extremely strong. In the army, no matter what time it was, he could always symbolize morale " 。Thus, a great general just left like that. To say one doesn't feel heartache would be imp...