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

t. His appearance was pretty good, but his lips were rather thin. When paired with his sharp words, it made it even harder to feel any goodwill towards him.Those around him also looked at Tang Wulin a..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demongrateful that Master Makino had trained him at the brink of life and death. Only those who have once hovered on the edge of death can remain calm in the face of its approach, instead of only succumbin...