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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: Beyond the Shackles of Philosophy of Life(2/2)

But he suffered from it, accepted this kind of strong anger...the hatred that could swallow him...

It’s just that this kind of hatred is empty and has no way to go.

What he needs to initiate revenge is the god in heaven!

What he needs to take revenge is!

In heaven, the gods who must pay the price.

"Keep the anger in my heart! We are not going to take revenge on others, we are going to take revenge! Because there is revenge!! We are going to take revenge! Because he has resentment! We are going to complain!"

"I took the souls of our dead 300,000 compatriots to swear at the end of this world! I am alone, and I must carry, what I need to face, a huge group, I, alone! I am the enemy of all of them!"

The terrible search for the shadow of the wilderness!

It began to appear bit by bit, and his fangs were like black scars burning hard from the corners of his teeth!

His pure white wool was like a spike, and in an instant, it was like a black needle piercing all the black robe. What was exposed to everyone was like this, a person covered with scars...

Wolf……

"My dear wolf..."

Chang Yufeng lowered his head a little sadly.

"You are right...I have...hatred that others have never expected..."

"I can't ignore them..."

His voice was choked.

He began to grow pure white wool.

In front of the black Xunhuangying, he slowly became smaller, and Xunhuangying jumped off his shoulder in an instant, and Xunhuangying's appearance when he was a child turned into Xunhuangying's appearance with the black shadow.

It was like a few shocking thunderstorms that burned everyone's ears.

Chang Yufeng stood on Xunhuangying's shoulders.

Sit down slowly.

He sighed.

Perhaps, this is the correct world rule.
Chapter completed!
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