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

s looked dilapidated. There was a grove of trees in front, but it seemed more like a screen to hide the place from view, as if ashamed of its existence. 。This is really not a comfortable place. 。This... wake. If there were one word to describe him, it would be "stormy" - perfectly fitting. 。His eating manners were rather unsightly. With such a spread of dishes, two-thirds of it was already gone in...