As the grayish-white mist gradually dispersed, Zhang Yang awoke from his slumber. He blinked a few times, then chuckled softly. He really wanted to say, Main Body, you're being tsundere, but after thinking it over, he wondered whether teasing himself like that would turn him into a lunatic.
But then again, any normal person with dozens or hundreds of sub-accounts would definitely become mentally ill. As for him... sigh, he was already an aberrant lunatic, all right?
Just now, the Main Body had used the resources within the Dream Dimension to let a dream briefly invade the world of the Xing Clan. Through this Dream Express, he had shared all the intelligence, a great deal of resources, and some of the Main Body's rambling thoughts with Zhang Yang.
What a joke. Did they think sub-accounts didn't have rambling thoughts of their own?
If they had the guts, they could come over and swap places with him!
Hmm?
"Holy crap, how many times has the Main Body subjected himself to Soul Tremors? It even affected me. He'd better not actually turn into a lunatic."
Zhang Yang mocked himself inwardly. The sub-account and the Main Body were actually no different. It was like calling the left hand Zhang Yang's hand and the right hand Yang Zhang's hand. Oh, on a freezing-cold day, keeping one hand tucked in a pocket where it was warm was preferential treatment, while the other hand still had to hold the steering wheel—that was abuse. What was he even talking about?
So it could only be that the Great Droplet of the Plague God was too powerful. Its influence was simply off the charts.
After letting his thoughts run wild for a while, treating it as a bit of relaxation and entertainment, Zhang Yang happily stared at the