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

ain and floating towards Tang Wulin. 。During the flight, the huge golden lily rapidly shrank, and Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Emperor martial soul was inexplicably drawn out. The light of the green-gold..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon metallic sheen, constantly shifting and changing within the mecha. A triumphant smile had already appeared at the corner of his mouth. 。The mecha could reach the purple level immediately, but he didn...