Strange Pig

The little pink pig let out snorts from its mouth, as if it was cursing Ling Han.

"Pervert, what other treasured medicines are here? Bring us to look for them," Ling Han said. This pig was unexpectedly useful.

The little pink pig ignored him, and instead buried itself into Huan Xue's chest, revealing only his round behind.

This scene was really enough to make one lose control, and want to have a roasted suckling pig.

"Little Pig, Young Master is a Grandmaster Alchemist, so if you know what treasured medicine there is, you had best tell Young Master," Huan Xue said from the sidelines.

The little pink piggy turned around, and surveyed Ling Han from head to toe. Suddenly, its stretched out its limbs, and it released a grunt. Its mockery was incredibly obvious.

Ling Han couldn't help but be speechless. In the Alchemy Society, who wouldn't respectfully call him Grandmaster Ling? But now? He was actually being mocked by a lecherous lazy pig.