The God of Dreams is a very, very small god, so small that he doesn't even know why he was born, because people don't really need dreams.
But from ancient times to the present, people have always dreamed, and the god of dreams has always existed.
Perhaps because people's dreams are always absurd and unrestrained, the image of the dream god is also somewhat comical.
Jiang Si had only seen it occasionally in an ancient book.
Such a god, who has no magical power and exists only in people's dreams, doesn't even need to be recorded.
“He’s actually not harmful, you don’t need to be afraid,” Jiang Si comforted her.
“Can’t we catch him?” Zhou Wangcheng said in despair, “He can’t stay in my dreams every day. Can’t he find someone else? It’s not like I’m the only one who dreams.”
Jiang Si said apologetically, "The Dream God is invisible. I can't hurt him, and he can't hurt me either."
Chen Qianming looked at Luo Qing: "Lord Luo, do you have a solution?"
If Jiang Si won't work, then Luo Qing, who is also a god, should be fine, right? Otherwise, his classmate is just too miserable.
Luo Qing was equally apologetic: "To use an inappropriate analogy, if you get bitten by an ant, where are you going to find that ant?"
Moreover, the God of Dreams can be both insignificant and immense.
Even gods and Buddhas dream.
Theoretically speaking, the Dream God can also freely travel through the dreams of all the gods and Buddhas.
Whether it actually exists or not remains unknown.
Luo Qing said, "If someone is willing to help you share the burden, then the chances of the Dream God bothering you will be smaller."
“The Dream God probably just really likes you,” Jiang Si said. “He’s all alone, no, a god like him must be quite lonely.”
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