Yes, it's a stick.

A black stick as thick as an arm.

I don’t know where his organ of production is, nor where his visual organ is.

It is a curved rod that fits the angle of the sofa and sits on the sofa.

Not very long, definitely less than two meters, about one meter five.

The end of the rod was not on the ground, it was like shaking its feet, swaying one after another, and it was very lively.

The first time Bangzi saw Cai Gen, he suddenly stood up straight.

I don't know what material it is, it has very high plasticity.

After standing straight, Bangzi found that it was a little close to Cai Gen, so he jumped backwards again urgently and stood directly on the backrest of the sofa.

The head of the stick was slightly bent, as if staring at Cai Gen.

Until he saw the butcher knife in Cai Gen's hand and the unique vision on the back of his hand.

Be serious all of a sudden.

"What did you call me?"

At this time, Cai Gen felt that he had entered a different dimension.

This is so abstract.

Who would have thought that under the foot of Apple Mountain, there was a stick watching a movie?

"Ah, I'll call you a stick."

The stick seemed to have been drained of all its strength.

Suddenly, it was like a splash of mud, slipping onto the sofa like a pool of mud.

The head of the stick was lying on the armrest of the sofa, and tears as big as beans flowed out like tap water.

He cried bitterly, and was still thrusting.

"Master, you have changed.

You used to call them great, but now you call them great.

Have I fallen out of favor?

Don't you recognize Bangbang?

Isn't it anymore that you're not lying on your heart?

Have you forgotten the path we have walked together?

You made me feel so heartbroken.

I'm not alive, I'm blue!"

Cai Gen suddenly had an illusion that it made his girlfriend cry.

However, in front of him, he complained in pain and acted like a stick.
Chapter completed!