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

gleamed with gold." 。 。Halos said faintly, "You, a junior like you, are even worthy of mentioning my name"As he spoke, the fine sword in his hand gently swung towards Xiao Mian Dou Luo Hu Jie. A blad..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon