But when Ji Jue looked back, he forced himself to restrain and dared not act rashly.
"Sit down."
At Ji Jue's command, the floor shook and the little bull-centaur sprawled on the ground, looking up, still wagging its tail, displaying an image of obedience.
"Hand, right hand, not that one... Yes, now circle around, roll over, good, good boy, good boy."
Ji Jue's left hand satisfactorily stroked its head and chin, and finally, he handed over the rapidly expanding heart: "Okay, eat."
The bull-centaur's headlight-like face lit up as it cautiously opened its mouth to grip the heart from Ji Jue's hand, then turned its head to the ground, ferociously tearing and pulling at its meal with wild abandon.
Even the drops of blood and strings of flesh that fell on the ground were not spared; they were devoured along with the floor beneath, crunched loudly between its jaws!
