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

ck out with a palm, and a golden light descended from the sky, enveloping Long Yue as if in shackles, leaving him unable to move. 。"Is this a competition" Lao Cai's voice, laced with anger, rang out...."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonbe the ointmentAfter a few minutes, an unbearable itching sensation appeared on his wound. It was the kind of itch that made you want to tear yourself apart. 。Xu Lishi couldn't help but scratch his o...