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

ng the card, Mo Wu was already bowing repeatedly in gratitude. 。Even as a parliamentarian, he didn't know what he could do to repay this kindness. And he also knew that the Holy Spirit Douluo in front..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonracy was unquestionable.A heart-wrenching shriek erupted from Baan's mouth, and then countless emerald green energy streams were seen converging rapidly towards the golden spear, being forcefully draw...