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

uestioning of oneself. 。"Hey, what's wrong with you" A sweet voice rang out from the playground at that moment. 。Tang Wulin subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Ou Yang Zi Xin,..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonity, these days, as long as Duoqing Douluo didn't see Tang Wulin for a few days, he could feel that Tang Wulin had become different. 。After so many years of cultivation, his strength has truly entere...