C73 Curled into a Dog

Zhou Mu: "???"

This is possible?

"So, this little thing is a god?"

Zhou Mu scratched his head. No matter how he looked at it, the stick didn't seem to be related to a god.

"God? I am a god?"

Hearing Zhou Hao's words, the stick immediately ran out from behind Zhou Mu.

After laughing wildly for three times, the stick pinched his waist with one hand and pointed at him with his other hand