"Ah le ah le ah le~ Ah le ah le ah le~ Le~ Le!"
"I am an exiled little wild boar, though I can't eat fine bran, having you makes me just as satisfied!"
"But the forests of the West Wilderness are too vast and helpless, even as a mountain patrol demon soldier, I still can't protect my little deer!"
"Ah, my little deer, ah, my little deer!"
"That fog in the depths of the forest, that deer in the mist, I can't tell if it's fog, or my little deer."
"Ah, my little deer, ah, my little deer..."
...
Wang Wu and Old Niu stood to the side, watching the little wild boar sing a sad mountain song with a cheerful tune, wagging its little tail, as its giant snout rhythmically nudged around the tree heart.
Even though they knew it was indeed the most reliable, it always gave them a sense of being truly unreliable.
This kind of talent is unmatched.
"Ah le, found it, it's right here!"
