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

heart sank. Although he had already guessed, hearing these words from Zhenhua's mouth still caused a sharp pain in his chest. Sister Mo Lan was such a good person, how could this be... "Master, can..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonurities from her body was very beneficial to her strength. 。But now that he needs protection, what can I do Most girls tend to be cleaner than boys. The faint smell of animal musk on him is something...