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

st-past strike, couldn't help but nod in approval. 。Ye Xingmo had already turned around at this time, watching as Duan Hunxiao was eliminated and Xie Xie went into hiding. The starlight sword in his h..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonhop, a wave of meaty aroma wafted through the air. At the entrance stood a large pot bubbling with chunks of beef. 。"Boss, are we open now" Tang Wulin swallowed hard. 。"Not yet, the meat needs time to...