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Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon
You only gave Gu Yue one point” Gu Yue suddenly raised her head, her teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at Lao Cai. Her body trembled slightly. 。The white-haired elder spoke in a low voice:..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonmself barely conscious. 。If an ordinary person were subjected to such immense water pressure and prolonged oxygen deprivation, they would have long since died. 。But he has the bloodline of the Golden...