The small Bama pig's little curly tail wagged back and forth on his plump rump, and his piggy eyes spun around in his sockets. His big, fan-shaped ears were constantly flickering.
He smacked his lips continuously.
"Oh my! This scene is simply unbearable to watch. It's exactly like the live-action version of Beauty and the Beast that Pan'er once talked about! Tsk tsk... What's going to happen if this continues?"
The comical pig commented while watching: "Oh dear! No regard for cherishing the beauty. Look look look look, such a fresh flower, what flower did Pan'er say it was?"
"Right! Just like this, the pretentious saintly bitch is being uprooted by a pig, how pitiful..."
He thought for a moment and felt something was wrong: "Pfft, I used the wrong phrase! Grandpa Pig is wise and brave, how could that ugly freak compare to Grandpa Pig? Comparing him to a pig is simply elevating him..."
The Eighth Master, who was even lower than a pig, burst into loud laughter at this moment!
