Chapter 145: The Fake Table

ut this puppet corpse is so beautiful, yet there's no trace of life force on its body, not a shred of strength. You crafted such a puppet corpse, aren't you going to use it as a bedfellow""The rising..."Damn, what are they bullsh*tting about I haven't heard of anyone coughing after drinking..."ike meat on a cutting board, Chen Ping can do whatever he wants to him!"In the end, I fell short by just a step. If I had truly reached the realm of Martial God, you would have been utterly powerless...