After giving birth to the piglets, the old sow was visibly much weaker. She walked over to the piglets, slowly lay down, and panted heavily while still calling to them.
Hearing her call, the little piglets shakily got to their feet and crawled into the sow's embrace to nurse.
Flender was dumbfounded by the sight. The Shrek teachers were dumbfounded, and even Yu Xiaogang himself was dumbfounded.
What the hell kind of soul skill was this? This was clearly a sow giving birth. It was worse than Luo Sanpao's old farting ability—at least those farts had some offensive power. But what was the point of giving birth?
Was he supposed to open a pig farm?
"Th-this, Xiaogang, how about trying your second soul skill?" Cold sweat streamed down Flender's forehead.
Even without Flender's reminder, Yu Xiaogang would have used it. Otherwise, he simply could not accept this.
"Giving Birth Like Smoke—Sows Across the Mountains and Plains!"
With a wave of Yu Xiaogang's hand, the second yellow Soul Ring flew out and settled around the sow. The sow, which had just been nursing, uncontrollably climbed to her feet, raised her rear toward the sky, and assumed the same posture as before.
A full thirty piglets shot out from the sow's rear like machine-gun bullets, instantly filling the entire little courtyard.
But this time, the sow did not lie down. Instead, she turned into a streak of white light and entered Yu Xiaogang's body, leaving behind only a herd of piglets searching everywhere for milk.
As for Yu Xiaogang himself, he collapsed to the ground like a woman who had just given birth, his face bloodless. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead, staining his clothes red.
"Xiaogang! Xiaogang! What's wrong with you? Shao Xin, get me Sugar