Zhou Jing held back his disdain and smiled as he opened his palm.
"That's more like it. Let's shake hands and be good friends."
The hyena looked at the proffered palm, trying its best to understand.
After thinking for a few seconds, it turned around and prepared to poop on Zhou Jing's hand to provide food for him.
Zhou Jing: "…"
You MF! Demon, take this palm of mine!
Pak!
"Wuwuwu!"
Three seconds later, the hyena returned to its original sitting position. It trembled as it squatted in front of Zhou Jing, a large tuft of fur missing from its head.
"Claw." Zhou Jing's smile remained unchanged, but the veins on his forehead bulged.
The hyena was lost in thought again.
In the end, its survival instinct overcame its desire to bite Zhou Jing. It raised its claws hesitantly and obediently placed them in Zhou Jing's palm.
At this moment, the interface reacted.