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

ly closed in, directly encircling Gu Yue. 。Tang Wulin raised his right hand and gently pinched Gu Yue's neck. The tingling sensation interrupted her control over all elements within her body. 。Some w..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoning streaks of afterimages. A relentless barrage of blows echoes ceaselessly on the silver surface. 。The most peculiar thing was that the two of them struck the rhythm exactly alike, even the directi...