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

s neck was ripped open, revealing a chunk of missing flesh. Dark red blood gushed out, shimmering with flecks of gold. 。"Roar!" A cry of pain, the Darkgold Terror Claw Bear sprang to its feet. It coul..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonoung man should have an extraordinary background. Let's see if the boss is truly someone who cannot be intimidated. 。"He hadn't finished speaking when the butler and the boss had already walked back....