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

in bed, she fell asleep unknowingly.As night deepened and all was quiet, the door to Tang Wulin and Na'er's room creaked open. Tang Ziran walked in, coming to his son's bedside and sitting down. He re..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon, a feeling of weightlessness. 。It seemed as if everything around his body, even his own strength, had been completely drained in an instant. 。The entire competition stage was then enveloped by that...