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

h clearer. He could clearly feel that the soul power within him was disappearing at an alarming rate."Let it go!" he whispered to himself.A strange thing happened. The golden scales that had just grow..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon smiling at him: "Hello, respected Saint Craftsman." 。"May I ask what you need"Undoubtedly, Tang Wulin's identity has already been reported."I want to take on several missions, and I need the payment...