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

suddenly surged violently. Tang Wulin felt like the blood in his veins was about to explode. 。Even the twelve Golden Dragon King seals remaining within his body trembled slightly. 。This...Tang Wulin..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonin this position, he hadn't had access to anything like that yet. 。Brought into a reception room, Xue Long sat down on the sofa and looked around the room. 。The furnishings in the room weren't luxurio...