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

ough I don't know how you use it, in that instant, it felt like a thousand years had passed, a thousand years of humanly unbearable time, causing my body to collapse directly. 。Completely destroyed by..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon Tang Wulin's mood brightened considerably. 。Although the fact that the God King was his own father was something he could hardly believe. 。But he could never forget what Tang San had said back then....