Chapter 145: The Fake Table

from afar. Chen Ping leaped forward, his demon-suppressing whip lashing towards the source of the sound!"A little demon cultivator, dare to steal from me…"Boom!Chen Ping swung his whip down, accompani..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."bserved. It hung heavy in the air, refusing to dissipate, and only enveloped an area of several dozen meters.Seeing this, the middle-aged man quickly flew over!With a sweep of his divine sense, the mi...