I transmigrated to a Tang Dynasty crawling with demons and ghosts. That was bad enough.
But why does everyone else get a golden finger that can crush the heavens, the earth, and the air, while mine is just a husky?!
That's right, a living one, and purebred at that.
System, can you explain this? You can't just mess with me like this!
Li Shimin: "Han Chuan, your dog is incredible. I want it."
Han Chuan: "Um... don't say I didn't warn you."
Three days later, Daming Palace had been torn apart.
Li Shimin: "Han Chuan, well, I think it's best if your dog stays with you after all."
Li Lizhi: "Han Chuan! Get your dog, quick! Oh, my clothes!"
Her clothes were ripped to shreds…
Han Chuan held his forehead, helpless. "I told you not to rile it up. Didn't you know that's just what it likes?"
In the Tang Dynasty, a strange sight could be seen: commoners hurried to worship the husky, while scholars competed to write its biography.
Han Chuan never expected that one husky could turn the entire Tang Dynasty upside down!
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
