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

still enormous. 。“Well, okay” 。Ye Xinglan didn't hesitate, took the plate with one hand, found a clean fork from the side, and sat in Xu Lishi's previous position to eat. 。I've actually eaten this ki..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demontrick he knew. Finally, he heard a voice that even he couldn't believe. 。 Mercy stood rooted to the spot, her whole being seemingly drained of its essence. She was also panting, but her breaths came...