The Cloak lifted one corner and patted Su Ming's other shoulder. When he turned to look, it kept curling its collar to express its thoughts: I have an immature idea, though I'm not sure whether I should say it.
Su Ming merely glanced at it before turning away. "No, you don't."
The Cloak was speechless. That wasn't the right response.
The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched. After all these years, he knew the Cloak of Levitation far too well. It was greedy and lazy. It was certainly useful, but he couldn't be too nice to it.
Otherwise, the Cloak would take a mile when given an inch and make all sorts of unreasonable demands.
Like asking him to wash it by hand, wear perfume, take it out for a drive by itself, or eat the Time Stone, the Cosmic Cube, and the like.
Su Ming had rejected every single one. Keep dreaming. Dreams had everything.
Besides, Ancient One had given it to him, so he wasn't worried about it running away.
Strangle rubbed against its host's face. Its crescent-shaped eyes looked toward the Dimensional Demon God alongside its host, wearing an expression of shared hatred, as though it were saying: Cloak, you're being far too unserious. This is a battlefield. How dare you bring up an immature idea?
The Cloak was furious. It raised a corner, intending to smack Strangle to vent its frustration.
"Stop messing around. Prepare to engage." Shockwaves from the battle sent Su Ming tumbling through space like duckweed in water. He hurriedly stopped the infighting between Strangle and the Cloak. "Strangle, you need to cooperate with me from here on. I need you to make up for my Healing Factor."
Strangle stuck out its tongue at the Cloak, then rubbed against its host again in