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Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon
s, red and swollenOriginally, she was filled with despair. Hearing Tang Wulin's call, her whole body trembled uncontrollably. She looked at the young man before her in disbelief. 。Over a decade had p..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonfor he had already grasped what it was. 。A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Now, you don't have to worry about my safety anymore." 。This is the feedback I got from the ancient tree of...