C73 Curled up into a Dog

Wang Yan was baffled. "??"

Could this really be happening?

"So, is this little thing actually a god now?"

He scratched his head in disbelief; the stick seemed to have nothing divine about it.

"God? Am I a god?"

At Wang Yi's words, the stick burst out from behind Wang Yan.

It laughed maniacally three times, then struck a pose with one hand on its hip and the other pointing dramatically