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

relaxed. His Blue Silver Grass was a plant-type martial soul, and here, Blue Silver Grass was everywhere. This environment was his favorite.He had a vague feeling that if he could meditate and cultiva..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonang Wulin instantly felt as if he had been immersed in a hot spring, his whole body feeling relaxed and comfortable. 。After a moment, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the Holy Spirit Douluo'...