A Petty Man's Triumph, Fang Ning's Moment of Glory!

"Fang Ning, what are you doing?"

Yin He had a strange temperament and few friends.

Yet during these days,

he and Mo Ming had gotten along quite well.

But now, he saw Fang Ning actually using Mo Ming as a shield.

He immediately flew into a rage.

"Hehe, what am I doing?!"

"I might as well tell you the truth."

There was no trace of Fang Ning's sunny, carefree demeanor on his face at this moment.

It was filled with gloom and viciousness.

His eyes even gleamed with unconcealed smugness.

"You were nothing more than laborers working for me to obtain that Dry Blue Ice Star Grass.

Originally, I hadn't planned to reveal myself this early. I wanted to leave you with a few hopes of obtaining this treasure.

But who would have thought my safety would be threatened?

Naturally, you laborers have to step up and shield me."

Fang Ning spoke as if he were discussing the most ordinary matter in the world.

Ye Fan, watching this scene, wore a cold sneer.

So the dagger had finally been revealed?

Sure enough, just as he had expected.

Fang Ning looked sunny and forthright on the surface, but in truth, he was gloomy and treacherous.

"Mm... mm..."

Just as Yin He and Ling Miaomiao were staring in shock and fury, trying to process Fang Ning's utterly arrogant words,

a series of feeble groans came from the "shield" in front of him.

It was Mo Ming.

At this moment,

even with Mo Ming's powerful physical body, the ink-like, emerald-green, foul-smelling venom of the Three-Eyed Poison Toad had corroded him until his flesh and bones were separating.

By the looks of it, he had more breath going out than coming in.

It was clear

just how fierce and tyrannical the Three-Eyed Poison Toad's