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The little green pig finally got up from the ground.
It was about to say something, but it immediately realized something, abruptly lifting its head and looking at the embroidery needle in Shu Guan's hand with a peculiar gaze.
At this moment, the expression in its eyes was even more astonished than when Shu Guan had first taken out the embroidery needle, and it was filled with a thick sense of confusion.
"You... can move it?"
The little green pig asked in a daze, its voice trembling slightly from sheer surprise.
Shu Guan nodded his head.
"How could you possibly move it!"
The voice of the little green pig suddenly rose in pitch.
"...Marshal Dangkang, you see... I'm holding it right now..."
Shu Guan recalled the name Yang Qingyuan had called this little green pig and softly said these words.
"...It wasn't like this when you found it, was it?"
"It was a pillar at that time."
"So it was you who shrank it."
"Correct."
"Impossible!"
