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

are you a blacksmith"Tang Wulin said, "I'm a blacksmith from out of town. What happened Why is the association so deserted"The staff member wryly smiled: "There's no way it wouldn't be deserted, ever..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demonped, bending down, his hands supporting his knees, breathing heavily. 。He didn't know how long he had been walking. Time seemed to have no meaning in this golden world. 。The clue left by his father w...