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

the room at this time. Something must have happened!With a flash of light, Xie Xie's Light Dragon dagger instantly shimmered, severing the door lock and bursting in. He rushed into the inner room lik..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demont. 。When there was only one divine craftsman in the world, crafting a four-character battle armor caused immense damage to the craftsman's qi and blood. Therefore, Zhenhua could not keep crafting it....