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

o reach such a level. There was another more famous thing about her... 。Back then, her kindness touched countless people. Everyone who was with her felt their souls being cleansed. How could one not..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon into the mire. 。The passionate Douluo's deep affection suddenly turned into despair, and the light of his third soul ring flashed. 。His eyes gave the impression that he had lost something most precio...