that their family wasn't well-off and probably couldn't afford to buy a soul when the time came. He didn't cry either. Dad was gone, and it was up to him to take care of things himself. He could earn..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demoned. 。Xu Mier glanced at him, then at Tang Yinmeng beside him, before lightly nodding her head. 。but his facial expression remained unchanged. 。Only one male is left who hasn't gone through the mutual...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon