Wild Boar cocked his head upward and saw purple clothes, purple hair, a familiar face, and a pair of icy violet eyes.
Squeak! Pandora! Thud!
Wild Boar toppled straight onto the ground, frightened out of his wits. After butting one or two animals before, he had been beaten black and blue. After butting three or four, he had been beaten until his flesh split open. This time, he had practically butted from tail to head. Wouldn't he be beaten to death?! In the next moment, Wild Boar somehow found the strength. His bulky body twisted sharply as he struggled to his feet, his four little stubby legs pumping furiously as he fled deeper into the forest. He was truly running for his life.
Pandora watched Wild Boar's retreating figure grow more distant, her brows knitting together. On any normal day, she would definitely have chased after him and beaten him until he was half dead first. But today...
Watching Richard walk past her toward the mountain, Pandora finally blinked and did not pursue Wild Boar. She turned and followed Richard instead.
"Pant, pant, pant..."
After running who knew how far in one breath, Wild Boar was gasping for air, his mouth dry and his throat burning as if smoke were about to pour out of it. He felt deeply that it was not worth it.
He had butted so many animals today, and it had certainly been satisfying, but he had not gotten a drink of water. What a huge loss. And not only could he not drink water today, he probably would not dare show his face to drink for the next several days either. If he got caught, he would definitely be beaten badly.
What was he supposed to do? There was only one good place nearby