What's Fake Is Fake

Huanhuan could finally ask the doubts in her heart. "Now, can you tell me how you followed me here?"

The poodle lay on the sofa. Knowing he couldn't avoid her questions, he said resentfully, "I made a deal with the prophet before. He had to help you keep your soul if you were ever killed and send you back to the modern world."

"A deal? What did you do in exchange for that?"

The poodle turned away without speaking. "I can't say."

Huanhuan had no choice but to change the question. "Why did you become like this?"

The system was angry at the mention of this. "I didn't want to either! But in this world, only this curly-haired dog's body accepted me. I had no choice!"

Although it was very unkind, Huanhuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're laughing? You're really laughing?!"

Huanhuan laughed even harder. "You're so cute like this! You're so ugly but cute!"