Wolves Never Believe What God Says

Although Fang Mo's gift this time had been somewhat unsatisfactory.

He had still successfully narrowed the distance between himself and Logan by giving him a headache.

Logan hadn't said anything, but after being rendered speechless time and again, he had realized something: this bastard god who called himself Wade... really did seem to be one of his bastard friends from the past. After all, he had saved him before.

It was just that this guy's taste was way too twisted.

Logan didn't dare think too deeply about how he had gotten along with him in the past.

Like right now, as he stared at the slowly burning cigar in his hand... which occasionally spat out trash talk, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"So I can never throw this thing away for the rest of my life, right?"

Logan couldn't help asking.

"Look on the bright side."

In complete contrast to Logan's helplessness, Fang Mo smiled like he was basking in spring sunlight. "Maybe you won't be able to throw it away in your next life either?"

"Can you act like a human being?"

Logan took a deep breath, as if Fang Mo had slapped a mask of pain onto his face.

But before his words had even faded, the cigar in his hand spoke again. It gave a slight shake and declared, "I am absolutely not human!"

"I..."

Logan didn't even know what to say.

Yet even though Logan was on the verge of shutting down, the bastard cigar still had no intention of stopping. It muttered another sentence. "...My ancestors were human."

"Jesus, take away your divine powers." Logan turned toward Fang Mo with a splitting headache.

"I told you, I can't take it away."

Fang Mo spread his hands in feigned helplessness.