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

iao, and this lying down here is my younger brother.” The burly bald man said coldly. He didn't show much of a wild aura, but his low voice was like thunder, echoing in everyone's ears.Such powerful s..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonare! They are produced in small quantities, and only master-level blacksmiths are qualified to forge them. They were directly heading towards the spiritual forging direction. 。But Mu Chen just present...