My Nightmare, Your Dream is mine now?
Cheng Shi blinked, unable to process it for a moment.
The logic should be sound, right? Long Jing had lent Tongue of Lies to Zhen Yi, so Tongue Brother now belonged to Zhen Yi. Applying the same logic, the Dragon King had lent My Nightmare, Your Dream to himself...
Heh, a mirror for free.
Cheng Shi smiled. Although he knew that the false Dragon King must have some ulterior motive in lending him the mirror, that was My Nightmare, Your Dream—a fragment of a divine creation from Memory, an existence comparable to a Discarded Divine Artifact!
Who could refuse that?
Whoever wants to can refuse it. I certainly can't.
"How could I accept this?" Cheng Shi made a show of declining for one second, then immediately asked, "Will you send it over, or...?"
"Come and get it. My Nightmare, Your Dream is, after all, a creation of the Lord of Grace. During the handover, I need to make sure nothing goes wrong along the way."
I'm supposed to go get it?
Isn't that obviously a trap?
Cheng Shi furrowed his brow slightly. His eyes shifted as he said, "I've been a little busy lately and can't spare the time. How about this? Bury the mirror beneath some random gravestone in the cemetery where the Jester's Gathering meets, then tell me which gravestone it is.
I'll retrieve it as soon as I have time. After I finish taking care of the Doctor..."
At that, Cheng Shi stopped. Even if the false Dragon King was lending him the mirror, when the real Dragon King came to reclaim it, he could not leave himself vulnerable.
He definitely could not say the word "return," so Cheng Shi merely cleared his throat twice. The implication was clear: *I'll