"Scram!"
Luo Qingtong slapped it on the head, instantaneously sending it tumbling and rolling away.
To go and ask that man myself, wouldn't that be like telling him, "Ah! I'm the woman from Jiuyu Mountain who brewed you up good! The pig you're chasing is right here with me!"
She wasn't brain-damaged!
"Are you telling the truth?"
Luo Qingtong looked coldly at the Little Fragrant Pig, which had rolled around on the floor and then got up like a ball.
"Do you really not know what he's capturing you for?"
"It seems to be for some Ancient Medical Formula." The Little Fragrant Pig's mung bean-sized eyes spun around innocently as it spoke.
"But that sort of thing, he should be asking Tian Mingzi, that smelly old geezer! What's the use of asking me! I think he definitely got the wrong pig!"
It declared confidently.
"Ancient Medical Formula…"
Now that it had mentioned it, Luo Qingtong somewhat believed it.
