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

soul skill. 。Isn't it said that the accumulated power has been lost How could it appear on him Star Saint Sword Ye Xingmo, with his back to the soul-breaking flute, didn't dare to be negligent. He h..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonlight seemed to become her accompaniment. At some point, Li Mengjie had already stood beside the witch. They were one character, one ugly, but at this moment, they held hands. 。In a whirl of movement,...