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

e, causing him to stop thinking about this aspect any further. At this moment, prompted by his teacher's reminder, he remembered it himself.Isn't that right When I was forging these parts a few times..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonmed to still be murmuring something, but no soul skills were released. 。But she closed her eyes, wondering what. 。The gray figure on the left suddenly solidified. His martial soul was a pair of steel...