Chen Xing's face revealed a smile.
The grassland running beast inexplicably felt that the human in front of it seemed very kind and approachable, so it leaned its neck over and licked Chen Xing's palm with its tongue.
The man who was talking with the Beast Tamer, who had black tattoos on his face, glanced over out of the corner of his eye and quietly reminded his friend.
The tattooed Beast Tamer hurriedly turned his head, and after sizing Chen Xing up, a friendly smile appeared on his face, "Hello, friend, you can touch, but please do not feed."
The Beast Tamer spoke in broken Great Xia language, but the general meaning was conveyed clearly.
"Alright, I won't feed it." Chen Xing spread his hands to show that they were empty and he had nothing in them.
Seeing Chen Xing's gesture, the other party couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A simple awning was set up over the carriage beside them, and the sturdy military-grade waterproof fabric was clearly produced in Great Xia.