"No need, no need."
Zhou Xuan walked to the front of the Big Black Donkey at the door and gently patted the donkey.
This Big Black Donkey had a combat friendship with Zhou Xuan, usually very close to him. But at this moment, it was also fooled by him and couldn't distinguish who it was, immediately braying loudly.
It was braying fiercely, as if threatening Zhou Xuan—if you keep patting your Donkey King, I might just bite your hand.
And just at this moment, Zhao Wuya heard the donkey braying, lifted the window, poked his head out, and shouted down, "Who are you, messing with your Daoist's donkey?"
"Tired from walking, borrowing your donkey for a ride."
"Before your Daoist gets angry, you'd better leave, or else when your Daoist comes down, you'll get a face full of peach blossoms..."
"Isn't it allowed to ride? Then I'll reveal your secrets." Zhou Xuan teased.
"What secrets do I have?"
