Seeing that Su Xiaoyu had left, Zhou Hao sighed secretly. What should he do? If word got out, what would happen to his image?!
However, Su Xiaoyu would not say anything.
After she left, Zhou Hao looked at the frog and the divine soil and snorted.
"You did it on purpose, right?"
The frog pushed its sunglasses up and said disdainfully, "Tch, so what if I did it on purpose… But you're really shameless. How dare you stick your tongue out!"
"You…"
Zhou Hao was furious, but he could not say anything and could only give up!
The Moro Race's mystic realm had also opened for a few days. Zhou Hao knew that it would still take some time before the Moro Race's mental world opened, so he was not in a hurry.
Zhou Hao wandered around in search of luck. However, on this day, as he was speeding along, he suddenly sensed an exquisite killing intent!