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

g beauty beside him. 。He still remembered clearly how her slender body was flexible and toned, without an ounce of excess flesh. Holding her in his arms felt incredibly comfortable. 。“Ancient Moon”..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonnce. 。"Ding dong ding!" The sound of the qin filled the air, its enchanting melody seeping into every mind. 。A melody filled with rhythm yet bearing a strange sense of oppression arose. 。Mo Zi Hong,...