Chapter 145: The Fake Table

's eyes were bloodshot, and the killing intent on his body surged endlessly.Looking at Chen Ping like this, Zhu Zihou was also extremely troubled. If he really killed Chen Ping, there would be no way... corpse of the Bloodthirsty Thunder Eagle, a group of people slowly approached from a distance!"Dad, the Bloodthirster Eagle is gone, I can't see it anywhere..."Ning Can looked up, but he couldn't see...