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

n I buy" Tang Wulin was just a nine-year-old child. For this, he had been working hard and finally arrived at the harvest day. How could he possibly be calmTang San smiled faintly and said, "How did F..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demone air apart, creating a pink world. A death knight clad in heavy armor appeared there, but was blown back repeatedly. 。A dragon's roar followed, and a white dragon took advantage of the situation to s...