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Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon
Tang Wulin's face, which was radiant with a bright smile like the sun, Bi Ran couldn't laugh no matter what. 。To lose so quickly despite having a clear advantage, he was truly unwilling to accept it...."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demon