they got it. 。It kind of looks like chainmail. 。Upon closer inspection, one can discern faint cloud-like patterns on each metallic sheet, imbued with an otherworldly aura. 。“It’s so light, what materi..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demont she said, sadness. She felt like her whole person was about to be torn apart. 。However, in the last three years or so, she has grown up, even more than in the previous decade or so. 。She learned to...
Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon