For a moment, Wang Wu's gaze at Little Mountain Pig became complicated, with a trace—no, a tiny bit—of gratitude mixed in.
So it was because of that one time he had stepped in that Little Mountain Pig had chased after him without hesitation to help this time.
Hearing it call him "brother" again and again felt absurd, yet also made him ashamed.
There was no need to speculate about ulterior motives. Really, they were all lowly little demons. There was no reason for that.
Sigh!
Who would have thought that deep in the Western Wilderness, this cutthroat place where demons ran rampant, there could be such innocent and pure demons?
It even made Wang Wu feel a little guilty.
At that moment, Little Mountain Pig continued with a cheerful grin:
"Me, I was originally ninth in my family, so my name was Zhu Jiu. But I changed it now. To live up to the heroic spirit of my big brother Niu Aihua, I'm now called Zhu Wuhua!"
"I don't really have any other faults. I'm just greedy for food, but not lustful. As for this brother—"
At that, Little Mountain Pig stepped forward, throwing an arm around Wang Wu's neck without the slightest guard up. Baring its huge buck teeth, it grinned at Niu Aihua. "Big Brother, he's my brother too. I told you before: this spring, a group of illegal fiends passing through were preparing to ambush and kill us. My beloved Lu Xiaocao withered away and died because of them!"
"But this brother happened to be nearby then. Though we had no friendship to speak of, he still resolutely stepped in to help. In the end, that thieving cat ambushed him and sprayed him right in the face with Water Demon Venom."
"I thought he had died then.