The wild boar twisted its neck upward and then saw the purple clothes, the purple hair, a familiar face, and a pair of cold, icy purple eyes.
Squeal!
Pandora!
"Thud!"
The wild boar flipped over onto the ground, scared out of its wits. Before, after having bullied one or two animals, it had been beaten black and blue; after bullying three or four, it had been beaten to a bloody pulp. This time, nearly bullying from tail to snout, wouldn't it be beaten to death?!
The next moment, the wild boar found strength from who knows where, its cumbersome body suddenly twisted, and it struggled to its feet. Its four short legs ran toward the depths of the forest as fast as if pounding garlic, truly a desperate escape.
Pandora, watching the increasingly distant figure of the wild boar, furrowed her brow. On any other day, she would definitely chase after it, to beat the wild boar within an inch of its life. But today...
