"Watch them closely, make sure they don't spread out," Xiao Feng said resolutely.
He then dashed towards the kitchen, grabbing a large bucket of oil and pouring it over the small toads on the floor... let's just call them toads for now.
Because the sound they made wasn't "chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp."
Perhaps because they weren't prepared and had their warts chopped off by Su Yuzhuo, these premature little toads didn't jump up to attack or scatter and flee.
Instead, they crowded towards the center, moving only within a confined area.
Xiao Feng lit a piece of paper and tossed it down.
"Boom!"
The oil-soaked toads immediately burst into flames.
"Chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp!"
The piercing cries grew even more intense, the toads began to struggle, but showed no signs of scattering and fleeing.
Xiao Feng frowned tightly, survival was a biological instinct, yet at such a time they still huddled together, which was clearly against all logic.
