"Damn it." Nian Bing extended his middle finger at Garmandis, knowing well that Garmandis wouldn't dare kill him. "To hell with your poison, anyway. With you hovering around, I'm bound to die from your experiments sooner or later. I might as well die from poisoning than exhaustion. But before that, I need some sleep." Saying this, he lay back down on the ground. No sooner had he begun to relax than intense pain surged through him again.
"Ouch!" Nian Bing shot up, glaring at the twig Garmandis had just withdrawn from his hand. His eyes seemed almost to spew out fire. "Why did you hit me again? I took the damned poison, didn't I?"