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

excessively, which angered nature.The moonlight tonight is as beautiful as yesterday’s, with a bright, white glow like snow. Sparkling stars, like jewels embedded in the night sky, compete with the m..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonn Yue's gaze quickly fell on Tang Wulin's ears, clearly seeing that both of them trembled slightly.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!He was listening, listening to the...