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

    

dressed very casually, prioritizing comfort over anything else. He spent his days training and forging, who had time to care about appearancesThe dress fit very well, which meant that it somewhat rest..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonected in her pupils, like tiny stars. 。On her forehead, a nine-colored crystal slowly protruded, emanating an indescribable aura of power. 。The surrounding silver and gold were also covered in a fain...