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

of his wrist, a blue silver grass vine hung from the window, slowly descending until it reached the ground. 。"Well, well, look who's all grown up!" Ou Yang Zi Xin said with a playful smile. 。Tang Wul..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon En Ye Hui transformed into violet eyes, cold and devoid of emotion. The dark magic sword slashed out fiercely, forcing the copy in front of him back. 。Her body froze in the next instant, her whole be...