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

didn't look like any kind of food, and they didn't look very appetizing either. 。 ”Good “ 。"There are only about twenty" 。Each one is about the size of a fist and looks a bit like a steamed bun, a..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon 。Tang Wulin, bringing Shen Xing with him, in front of the watching crowd, ascended to Skyhawk Seventeen. 。Without hastening to close the cockpit hatch, he calmly said, "Perhaps, we could find anoth...