Chu Hao looked up. Had the toad just spoken? It was similar to a sound amplification charm he had used before.
The toad poked its head out, staring at Mu Yue, its eyes unblinking, and said, "Stop looking. This is supreme mental sound transmission; you lowly creatures wouldn't understand."
This toad was truly infuriating.
Chu Hao ignored it and also looked toward Mu Yue.
Mu Yue was quite sensitive. Seeing where Chu Hao was staring, she blushed and chided with a laugh, "Stop looking, little brother. You're making me uncomfortable."
Chu Hao's face turned red, and he turned away, saying, "I didn't see anything. And I'm not little."
Mu Yue was no young girl. She was a woman who had experienced who knows how many "hardships" and was as mature as a ripe, juicy peach.
Mu Yue's gaze drifted toward Chu Hao, a smile playing on her lips as she said, "You look pretty small to me."
