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

looked at the map, and the others were in the back. 。Yesterday Xu Xiaoyan was still glaring at Le Zhengyu, but today they are glued to each other like glue. 。She didn't sleep well last night, the car..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demont, suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. As his mind was stirred, a circle of green-gold aura lit up around him" 。All the Limit Douluo subconsciously looked at him. Before Tang Wulin could do anyth...