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

still as if I had been ignited, the heat rising from my tailbone and spreading throughout my body. Golden scales began to appear on my arms.With a flick of his wrist, Wu Changkong's sharp air current..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoneart. 。"It's been a month since school started, I believe you all have gained something. " 。Our first grade will have an exchange activity with the second grade. 。The theme of the event is a comprehe...