Flame grass harvested from the volcano's mouth?
Su Pan'er reached out to take it, but was stopped by the rascal pig.
"Don't touch! Be careful not to burn your hands. This isn't any ordinary grass!"
The rascal pig was full of smugness, with his pig mouth wide open: "If it weren't for the fact that I, this grandpa pig, am protecting you, I wouldn't have risked the danger of being burned alive to go down to the active volcano to fetch this flame grass for you! Look at this coat of pig fur!"
Following the rascal pig's indication, Su Pan'er indeed saw that the pig hair on the rascal pig's left ear was mysteriously gone, and moreover, there was a black mark around the edge of the ear.
"Haha..."
Su Pan'er laughed out inexplicably.
The rascal pig glared with his small pig eyes, "You are still laughing? Laughing at this grandpa pig, all I did was for you, hmm! Tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"