Covering Liu Mou's nose, the palm suddenly felt a trace of warmth. Little Yao, puzzled, removed her hand only to discover that it was covered in blood. Moreover, Liu Mou was leering at her. Disbelieving, she followed his gaze and instantly screamed, shrinking rapidly in size. After cursing Liu Mou, she swiftly returned to his sea of consciousness.
"You filthy rascal, you big bully," Little Yao vented inside Liu Mou's sea of consciousness, still not relieved, clutching her chest and shouting loudly.
Liu Mou heard her and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice, feeling embarrassed as he looked at the bird in front of him that resembled a phoenix. He was suddenly lost for words; the attack had come from it. Had Little Yao not saved him in time, he might have already been turned into minced meat.
