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

ul. If it were a powerful spirit, maybe it wouldn’t even be able to fuse.”Hearing her son's words, clearly meant to comfort himself, Langyue's tears couldn't help but flow again.Tang Ziran sighed, thi..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn opponent in a match, and it's because of oneself, it's unfair to one's teammates! Tang Wulin was about to say something, but he was held back by Gu Yue. 。 “Good” 。Let's see who is waiting with bate...