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

ng it had been, his mind was growing hazy. Just then, he dimly saw that the world around him seemed to have turned golden.The golden lines on his skin seemed to come alive, slowly rising from him. "C..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoner Old Tang, Baiyun Qianzai, and all those other situations, all prove that everything seen in the spirit world back then should be true. 。Then this means, I am not only the child of nature, but also...