Edited by Aelryinth
Zhang Che was immediately interested. He slapped Hanxue's neck lightly, telling him to go chase after the creatures.
Hanxue raised his head and neighed happily. This fellow had truly held it in for too long, and finally cried out.
Zhang Che couldn't be bothered about it, either.
The scattered yellowish-brown furred wild beasts ahead were obviously not very strong. If they could live in this area so freely, it should indicate that the surroundings were rather safe.
Since that was so, why not let Hanxue let out his feelings? If he kept bottling everything up, what would Zhang Che do if Hanxue couldn't make a sound in the future?
When his surroundings were finally free of those strange dark green plants, Zhang Che noticed that the air around him was suddenly much fresher. That vague smell of decay was nowhere to be found.
