Li Tingyan had good eyesight and immediately saw the Poison Gas Bag hanging on Shi Feng, held in Nianyang's palm.
His heart jumped at once, and he ran to Nianyang like the wind, with his brows tightly knit, "Nini, what's going on?"
Nianyang looked up at Li Tingyan and spoke quickly, "Ayuan, it was that old lady who just ran out. She bumped into Shi Feng on her way out. It must have been then that she attached the Poison Gas Bag to him."
Damn it!
Li Tingyan cursed, wasting no time in turning to the people he brought with him, "Xiao Yu, come over quickly and see if you can take it off him."
"Yes!" Xiao Yu, who was called, ran up in big strides.
Shi Feng was already sweating profusely, weak and trembling, he cried out,
"Can you, can you take it off me first?"
