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

r a Holy Craftsman, naming their own metal was an extremely honorable thing, and few people would give up this privilege to others. 。Looking into Tang Wulin's eyes, Mu Chen was still hesitating, but..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonther was rigid and stubborn, devoid of humanity, almost like he wasn't human at all. 。At this moment, is this really still her own grandfather Of course, in her heart, she had never admitted to this...