“Hey? A talking pig?” Ximen Yeshui looked in astonishment at Little Nine, then back at Ye Qingyu, when he suddenly laughed. “Little brother, your taste is very strange. Other people have pets like dragons, tigers or mythological animals, which not only have an impressive outward appearance, but are also very strong. While you’re only raising a little pig, so small that even if slaughtered for meat, it won’t be enough to fill you up.”

“I’ll bite you to death,” silly ...