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

tant into a spear about five meters long, all over a brilliant gold. You could vaguely see a layer of dark patterns on its surface, not scales, but faint dragon-shaped dark patterns. 。These faint mar..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon you want me to open the three mists right now” The Nightmare Demon waved his hand, and the three pink mists in the painting immediately began to swirl. 。"Don't!" Tang Wulin clenched his fists tightl...