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

    

ut swallow a mouthful of saliva. This was still half price! Half price was so terrifying A millennium soul spirit was like this, what about the ten thousand year soul spirit level Wouldn't it be astro..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonle who liked him. As for herself, perhaps this would be the only chance she had in her lifetime, and this chance was one she would never let go of. 。From a young age, she was very opinionated. She ha...