Just as the little white pig burst into tears, Xue'er, who was breathing weakly, opened her eyes, "Brother Lang...Brother, you, you, it's okay."
"Brother Lang? Who are you? Don't yell!" A Lang held the little white pig and looked at Xue'er who was lying on the ground with her life hanging by a thread. "Who is she? Why are you calling me like that? Could it be she?" "Just when A Lang was hesitant, Xue'er saw something abnormal in A Lang's reaction.
"Brother Lang, I am Xue'er." Xue'er's weak voice came, and A Lang's body trembled. The girl in front of him was obviously much older than him. Why did he call himself Brother Lang? Cher? How is it possible, how could she be Xueer, what happened? What on earth have you forgotten? A Lang had a splitting headache.
"Brother Lang...Brother, don't...think too much. Just remember that I am Xue'er...that's all. Nian...lang has gone out. He is fine."
"Nian Lang? Such a familiar name, who is it?" A Lang had a splitting headache again. Seeing A Lang's painful expression, Xue'er stopped talking and stood up with all her strength. While hesitating, A Lang saw Xue'er struggling and felt pity for him, so he couldn't help but step forward to help Xue'er.
"Are you really Xue'er? What happened? Why are we here? Where is this place?" A series of questions came from A Lang's mouth.
"Brother Lang...Brother, don't think about anything anymore. I can only tell you that we are in danger now. Can you listen to me about the future?" "Well, Okay, I believe you are Xue'er, can you tell me what's going on later?"
"Of course... you can, Brother Lang... Brother, this is called Bai... Wangfu. Do you remember... the white-bodied... pig demon?" "The white-bodied pig demon? You don't mean it, do you?" A Lang heard Xue'er's words He couldn't help but glance at the little white pig in his right hand.
Xue'er frowned when she saw the little white pig in A Lang's hand. After observing carefully for a while, Xue'er motioned to A Lang to bring the little white pig in front of her. A Lang waved weakly when he saw Xue'er, and sent the little white pig to Xue'er without any doubt.
Time and space stood still. Xue'er looked at it carefully for a long time. After a moment, Xue'er raised her right hand with all her strength. A Lang saw Xue'er working so hard and wondered what Xue'er wanted, "Xue'er, what's wrong? What do you want to do? Tell me and I'll do it for you!"
"Brother Lang...Brother, it's it...that's right, first...slap...it twice for me!!!"
"Oh, okay!" A Lang didn't have any doubts and shot directly at the little white pig in his right hand. As two crisp snapping sounds came, the dumb little white pig was slapped twice mercilessly.
"Then what? Xue'er, how to deal with it?" Alang was sure that Xue'er's encounter must be closely related to the little white pig in her right hand.
"Brother Lang, teach it a lesson, but don't kill it. We will probably have to rely on it when we leave here." Xueer expressed her wish weakly.
After Xueer finished speaking, the little white pig closed his eyes directly, recalling his pig voice, he had never been so upset. Everything was his own fault. For the so-called glory of the demon clan, he left the eight demon clan heirs alone and had to go there. This trip into murky waters.
Just when the little white pig fell into painful regret, Alang had already taken out the iron rack from the storage bag, "Xue'er, I haven't had barbecue for a long time, let's have a roast pig today!"
