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

ought she had chosen him before. 。"What are you doing Are you still looking at the pot while eating from the bowl" Xu Meier's cold voice rang out. 。< I didn't know when a pistol had appeared in my han..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonimbued with a sense of quality. The shoulder armor on both sides was shaped like dragon heads, and the breastplate didn't appear heavy. It seemed to be crafted from a massive golden gem, serving as a...