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

r residence, suddenly, she felt something, her brow furrowed slightly, and unconsciously raised her hand to touch her chest. 。She could clearly feel the golden scales pressed against her chest, radia..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonu think we should seek revenge" Mo Lan was taken aback. She didn't expect Tang Wulin to ask her back. This question, she also didn't know how to answer. 。Tang Wulin smiled calmly, "Sister, don't worr...