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

ever visited. 。The entire hall, from its immense dome to its walls, was covered in murals. 。Here, each mural is small in size, yet it depicts a long and drawn-out story. 。Tang Wulin spun in place, st..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn it not be permanent""You!" Jiang Wuyue was truly out of energy, otherwise, she would really want to give that little white face a whack. How could he be so infuriating!"Come again tomorrow,"Dressed...