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

and. He raised his right hand, and the purple spirit ring under his feet quietly lit up, containing its brilliance as much as possible. A blue silver grass vine shot out, hooking onto a thick tree bra...ad naturally appeared in his mind before... 。How could this old woman know Could it be that in the history of the Douluo Continent, there was someone else like herselfNo, she was talking about the Go...