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Chapter 145: The Fake Table
ht illuminated the entire courtyard, and then these people saw that the bullets flying toward them all stopped in front of their eyes at this moment, as if the bullets had touched something and been b...Chen Ping squeezing the last bit of strength from his body, to the point where he would burn his own essence and blood just to die with the old demon!"Madman, truly a madman..."The elder, seeing this,...