Dark Fire

The donkey was frightened, trembling vigorously. Its gleeful look had long vanished, and now, it hurriedly ran towards Wang Baole, revealing an innocent expression on its face as it rubbed its head on Wang Baole's legs. Finally, when it realized that it was useless, it decided to work to Wang Baole's favor.

Previously, before Wang Baole had established a connection with the donkey, he could only vaguely interpret its facial expressions. Now that a connection had formed, it became even more obvious to him. Now, Wang Baole simply sneered.

"No room for negotiation! Scram! Right, I'll call you 'Scram' from now on! How's that? If you disagree, call out twice." Wang Baole coughed, looking askance at the little donkey.

The donkey seemed to have realized that the name Wang Baole gave it didn't carry a good connotation and began to grow anxious. It wanted to call out, but it was impossible with its mouth being clamped shut.