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

ng fighting spirit got close, his speed wouldn't be able to withstand the opponent's attacks. Therefore, he hurriedly turned around, mobilized his Blue Silver Grass, and continued to maintain the stat..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonwell, but he could see that the objects used here were very antique and elegant. 。At this point, more than half of the diners were already here. Everyone in the room seemed unusually quiet, most with...