"What?"
Whoosh, whoosh~~
When Ling Miaomiao heard Ye Fan's words,
the fine hairs on her fair skin instantly stood on end.
In a flash,
she stood before Ye Fan. A longbow wreathed in wind force appeared in her jade-white hand.
Because of the Divine Control Seal,
Ye Fan had undoubtedly become someone Ling Miaomiao was determined to protect at all costs.
The arrowhead pointed from afar at Mo Ming, whose body was covered in mud.
In truth,
as the Piaomiaozi—the candidate for sect leader—of the Piaomiao Sect, the greatest power in the Immortal Wind Civilization,
Ling Miaomiao possessed exceptional talent and strength.
If not
for having been plotted against by that sanctimonious Fang Ning,
even Ye Fan would never have found it easy to make her his maid.
Still, being protected by such a beauty with a curvaceous figure, an immortal aura about her, an icy temperament, and a feather imprint between her brows that lent her a touch of wild beauty,
Ye Fan found it rather enjoyable.
"Wait..."
Sure enough,
after being exposed by Ye Fan and targeted by Ling Miaomiao's arrow, Mo Ming leaped back and put some distance between them.
His body shook.
The mud was instantly blasted away, while the flesh corroded by the Three-Eyed Poison Toad rapidly squirmed and regrew.
Without a doubt,
Mo Ming's earlier miserable screams and weakened aura
had all been an act.
"How did you find out?"
Mo Ming stared at Ye Fan warily, as though facing a formidable enemy.
To be honest,
he had never taken a Human Race brat with the Earth attribute seriously.
Who would have thought
he was the true master of lying low?
He really had the whole playing-the-pig-to-eat-the-tiger routine down.
"Heh... I was just bluffing."
Ye Fan said somewhat sheepishly.
Mo Ming: "@#¥%...&"
"Brother Mo,