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

also calmed down by now, and began to condense an ice spear in her hand. 。At this point in the competition, it's clear to anyone with eyes that there is no suspense left, the outcome has been decided..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon was suddenly pulled into Tang Wulin's embrace, Shao Xia couldn't see the golden light emanating from his eyes at this moment. 。That was a solid and warm embrace. After merging into Tang Wulin's embra...