Just as Fang Ming's hand was about to reach into his chest to take out something, the silvery long sword directly pierced through his palm through his cloth garments, causing Fang Ming to inhale sharply from the pain and scream out loud.
"What are you doing!"
Fang Ming glared at Yan Wanqing with blood-red eyes. If looks could kill, she would have died countless times by now.
Yan Wanqing let out a cold laugh, looking down on Fang Ming from above, "It should be I asking you what you are planning to do."
The next second, she mercilessly pulled out the long sword, and under the dance of the blade, Fang Ming's upper garment was shredded to pieces, revealing something in the palm of his hand.
That thing was pitch black all over, covered with legs, and had various spines on them.
Chen Wei recognized it at a glance: "It's a Poisonous Scorpion! Touch it and you die!"
"Good for you Fang Ming, you actually wanted to launch a sneak attack!" Chen Wei was furious beyond measure.
