The Little Holy Master looked at the Demon Lord resentfully.
"He doesn't know how to speak." Yan Xiaosi pinched the Little Holy Master's cheek.
The Little Holy Master's gaze became even more resentful.
"Who said he has to speak?" The Demon Lord's red lips curled up as he tapped the space between Yan Xiaosi's eyebrows and the Little Holy Master's.
Yan Xiaosi felt her entire body tremble. In the next second, she heard the Little Holy Master complain, "Don't be too arrogant. When I recover, you'll be in trouble!"
"I really heard it!" Yan Xiaosi's eyes lit up.
"What did you hear?" The Little Holy Master's face was cold.
"I heard you talking!" Yan Xiaosi looked at him in surprise. "I can hear what you're thinking!"
The Little Holy Master looked at the Demon Lord coldly. "You used a psychic technique?"
