Alang woke up from his sleep and looked at everything in front of him in confusion, recalling the past as if in a dream. From looking forward to the return of grandpa who traveled far away every day, to leaving the Netherworld Forest, to accompanying Xueer to the Spiritual Protection Village, and finally accompanying Xueer to leave the Spiritual Protection Village. No matter how hard A Lang tried, he could no longer recall what happened next.
His eyes fell on the injured girl beside him. A Lang stood up and shook the girl's body in confusion. Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Alang felt inexplicably upset. It would be better if he didn't know this woman. If he did, she must be related to him, and she might be a very good friend of her. But at this moment, the girl was so seriously injured, and he could only worry and had no other options. The more Alang thought about it, the more irritated he became, and he couldn't help but scratch his head and ears.
Just when A Lang was extremely irritable, a grunting sound came. A Lang lowered his head and saw that the little white pig kept arching his heels and trying to bite. However, the little white pig's deciduous teeth had not yet fully grown.
A Lang only felt extremely itchy, and then he bent down and used two fingers of his right hand to pick up the little white pig. The little white pig continued to cup A Lang's feet.
"Little one, stop biting. Tell grandpa what your name is? Where is this? How did you get here?" The little white pig just grunted for a while, and Alang stood up and shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. Get up and see if you can recall anything.
Just when A Lang closed his eyes and tried to remember, all he could hear was the sound of the little white pig humming. Unbearable, A Lang opened his left eye, glanced sideways at the persistent little white pig, then raised his right foot and said to He kicked the little white pig hard on its fair buttocks.
A squealing sound was heard, and the little white pig was kicked several feet away by A Lang. "Hey, how come this pig can still bark! Interesting! Interesting!" A Lang said while stepping forward and kicking the little white pig's buttocks. Kicking back and forth, the little white pig made a continuous squealing sound, which sounded more like a dog barking.
After a chase, Alang grabbed the little white pig's head and lifted the little white pig up. Getting closer to the little white pig's face, A Lang found that the little white pig was looking at him with narrowed eyes, "You belong to your grandfather! How dare you laugh at me!!" A Lang was so angry at the little white pig's eyes that he kept looking at the little white pig's face. Two slaps.
"Hey! You dare to laugh!" Alang slapped the little white pig's face again, causing the little white pig to become dizzy and distorted its mouth and eyes. After recovering a little, the little white pig narrowed his eyes again, and as expected, he was greeted by another burst of crackling and violent twitching.
After going back and forth like this for dozens of rounds, Alang finally felt the pain in his hands. Although the little white pig in front of him had its mouth and eyes crooked from time to time, it eventually returned to its original shape.
"What a grandpa! Why are you so stubborn? Are you stubborn? You dare to laugh at me! Huh? No, is that what you look like? Can you only squint your eyes? Is that true? Am I wrong?" As A Lang stopped, the little white pig with its legs hanging in the air shed two lines of pig tears.
"Oh, poor thing, it seems I was really wrong. Okay, okay, don't worry, I won't hit you anymore, come with me to see that woman, she seems to be injured, quite seriously. You have to find a way to help me save her. Only when I wake her up can I know what happened here." Alangti slipped the little white pig and quickly returned to Xue'er who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.
When he came to Xue'er's side again, Alang stopped shaking Xue'er's body for fear of shaking Xue'er to death. Holding out two fingers, A Lang tested Xue'er's breathing, "Fortunately, she's still breathing, so she's probably not dead. She's lost so much blood. She's really lucky. Oh..., how should I save her?" What? Let me think about it..." A Lang held the little white pig in his left hand and touched his chin with his right hand, "Huh? Yes, blood loss can be replenished! But where can I get blood?" A Lang turned around and slowly Slowly looked around.
"Huh? Yes!!" Alang once again raised the little white pig in his left hand in front of him and looked evilly at the little white pig's legs that were weak and sagging due to excessive struggle. "Poor little one, I have to work hard for you." Alang said as he took out a cone-shaped object from the storage bag.
The little white pig had a premonition of something ominous coming from A Lang's evil eyes. Before he could struggle, a sharp pain came from his right leg. The severe pain caused the little white pig to shake its body violently.
"Ouch, what are you doing? Are you so happy after just pricking? There's no bleeding yet!" Alang held the cone in his hand and saw that the little white pig's eyes were about to narrow into crescents, and he couldn't help but feel excited.
"Stop swaying. No matter how happy you are, you can't sway like this! It's going to knock me out!" Alang said as he lifted the little white pig in front of Xue'er, and then quickly stabbed the little white pig's right leg with a cone. For the rest, the little white pig's whole body spasmed and twisted to the left, and it kept squealing in its mouth.
Thanks to Alang's unremitting efforts, blood finally flowed out of the little white pig's right leg. "Hey, why is the blood still golden? You are so pitiful!" As the golden pig blood of the little white pig flowed into Xue'er's mouth, Xue'er's breathing obviously recovered.
"Huh? It really works! You are really a precious pig! Drinking some blood is just so effective. If you eat a roasted pig, will you wake up directly?" The little white pig was startled when he heard Alang's words. Stopped struggling immediately.
"Is it still? Dead?" A Lang saw that the little white pig in his hand had stopped struggling, and closed its crescent-shaped eyes. He curiously raised it in front of him to check carefully. Unexpectedly, the little white pig suddenly opened its eyes, and then opened his eyes from the mouth. Spit drooled out violently. Because it was too close, the little white pig's saliva sprayed directly into Alang's face.
"It's your grandpa's!!!!" Ah Lang roared angrily, then took the cone and stabbed the little white pig's left leg hard again, hundreds of times in an instant, and an afterimage even appeared on his right hand. The little white pig's body spasmed again, this time twisting directly to the right. As the body twisted again, the little white pig kept wailing and screaming, with two lines of pig tears flowing continuously.
