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Chapter 145: The Fake Table

    

ntent came. This time, Chen Ping raised his fist and punched out a barrier.Boom!A deafening roar shook the surrounding bodies, sending shivers down Chen Ping's spine and numbing his arm. However, this..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."s sea of consciousness, giving him a sense of oppression!Around those gilded characters, a network of mysterious lines crisscrossed, resembling an array, but Chen Ping couldn't understand it at all!"W...