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Chapter 145: The Fake Table
driving, heard this, his entire body froze for a moment. Immediately afterward, an overwhelming murderous intent erupted from him, and his face grew increasingly cold."Wait for me, I'll be there soon..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..." priest, with Chen Ping and his companions, had reached the entrance to the ruins. Before them lay a deep, dark chasm leading downwards!If it wasn't an avalanche, finding this entrance would be even h...