I have two principles as a human being:
1. Never lie.
2. Never believe anything anyone says, including myself.
“Sir, I must point out that your second principle contradicts the ...
“I do have the suspicion of quibbling, and I have been thinking about it many times recently.
In the past, I mostly remembered memories through exchanges or picking up, but this time, it was a treasure I was lucky enough to find.
Once greed sets in, I am no exception.
I realized that this was indeed wrong, at least not when treating friends or clowns.
So I found this, if you two really think I need to forget, I can choose to forget.
Even if this is a blasphemy against [Memory], don't forget that I am also a believer in [Fraud], which can be regarded as fulfilling another kind of piety.
It is rare to have one or two companions in this world, and being able to walk side by side with them now is the best memory for me.
I don’t want too much, nor do I think it’s too little, so it depends on you.”
“…”
The moment he saw the tube of remembrance and mourning, Cheng Shi almost blurted out: "You've also caught the flu?"
But fortunately, he restrained himself and after a long silence, he asked:
"How much did you see?"
Li Jingming lowered his eyes slightly: "A lot."
"Did you see him?"
Li Jingming was stunned for a moment, first glanced at Zhang Jizu beside him, then nodded and said: "Yes, he is a great father."
"How great is it? Greater than your master?"
"......" Li Jingming's eyelids twitched and he opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.
Cheng Shi chuckled and shook his head.
"Forget it, let it be. Someone has to remember his kindness for me.
If this increasingly horrible world really drives me crazy, at least... there is someone who can tell me that he doesn't want me to become like that."
As Cheng Shi's tone became heavier, the gathering place gradually fell into silence.
Just when the other two thought Cheng Shi was trapped in the quagmire of memories and began to struggle to escape, the clown unexpectedly changed the subject, his eyes rolling around, and said shrewdly:
"But based on the principle of equal exchange, Dragon King, since you've memorized so many of my memories, shouldn't you also share something with me that I don't know?
Why is Draxilco in my nightmare?
Which god's plan is this, or is it a secret hidden by [Memory]?
What is the relationship between [Memory] and [Defilement], and what is [Defilement] planning?
Are the things He planned related to some high and mighty Creator?
What? Judging from your expression, you don’t know anything, do you?
Tsk, are you worthy of being called a [Memory] believer?
If you really don't know, why not... be practical?
Do you have any more props? I am greedy and I am also dissatisfied with the amount."
“…”
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