With a loud bang,
the scruffy big dog's body exploded starting from its mouth, disintegrating into a pile of dog fur on the ground.
But this time, it quickly reassembled its body before Zhao Sheng, though its size had shrunk by two circles.
"Woof woof... uh, my palace wants to say, wants to say... wants to say what again?"
The big dog struggled mightily, pondering with such intensity that its eyeballs puffed up, distorting its face into a grotesque, terrifying expression.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng quickly said, "Senior, there's no need to think. How about we discuss how to let me leave here instead?"
"Indeed... you really want to live and leave, haha...!" The scruffy big dog spoke erratically, with unpredictable moods, clearly not in its right mind, seemingly heavily influenced by Devilish Thought.
Zhao Sheng stood silently without responding.
"You want to live, right? My palace desires it even more! It's easy to let you leave, but why should my palace do so?"
