Turning back, he saw a token covered in slime and inscribed with "handsome" spinning on the ground.
'No wonder it wasn't in the bag; turns out he hid it in his stomach.'
Zhang Ze initially only wanted to give it a try. If this thief dragon didn't have it, he would just find another dragon outside to borrow one.
Or put himself in an uncomfortable spot, lie on a board, enact a "sell myself to bury my father" act, pretend to be a corpse, and share a token with Brother Feng, only to pretend to resurrect after entering the city.
'I didn't expect this unlucky fellow to have it too.'
'Seems like this one must know something.'
...
Inside the Cyan Lotus Dust.
After a long time, the thief dragon lying on the ground twitched its eyelids, trying to squint open a little slit to see if that pestilence deity had left or not.
But as soon as it opened its eyes, it saw a saint's head with eight eyes staring intently at it from above.
"..."
