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

round and running. 。Others also hurried to follow her, running toward the exit. 。Lao Cai descended from the sky, her face shifting between gloom and uncertainty. At this moment, even she felt a sense..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonrevious conflict between Ling Tower and Tang Sect, which ended in a public relations disaster for both parties. 。Now he doesn't dare to make any big movements at all. 。 Please give me your monthly vo...