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

of darkness, as black as ink, suddenly appeared in mid-air. 。Eight golden dragons slammed into empty space, but Titan's Grip vanished with them. 。But just as Tang Wulin flipped up, a beam of dark pu..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonYun'er said coquettishly, "How could I not take responsibility I'm your daughter, and a part of the imperial family's responsibility naturally belongs to me." 。"Alright, spit it out. What do you want...