Zhao Sheng took several steps back, watching the distant goat with a wary expression, suddenly clasping his hands towards it.
The white goat was obviously startled, but quickly bounced joyfully, and the fierce light in its eyes vanished instantly.
With his back against a large tree, Zhao Sheng swiftly wrote a line on the ground: "I am Zhao Wuming, are you... Yao Lan?"
"Baa baa!" The goat nodded excitedly, then raised its hoof and began to scratch the ground.
At that moment, a fierce light flickered in Zhao Sheng's eyes, and without warning, he leapt onto the goat's back.
The next second, he quickly reached out both hands, clamping the goat's head, twisting it with all his might.
There was a crack, and the goat's head twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Its eyes, filled with shock, looked at Zhao Sheng, unable to understand why he resorted to such violence.
Slap!
