Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4623 (Four Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty Three) Cool

"What about him?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He just said I was being stubborn," the man said.

"What did you say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I said I wasn't being stubborn," the man replied, "I said I don't remember being held like this by an adult's cold hands when I was a child."

"What was his reaction?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He said I still remember it." The man said, "He also said...if...if I didn't have any impression at all...then...then I wouldn't have found out so quickly...the difference between his hand now and my father's hand back then."

The man with gray hands and the man with brown hands once again stared at the man's expression because he mentioned his father, but neither of them found that the other party showed any signs of being unable to communicate normally with others.

The Gray Hand asked, "What did you say?"

The man responded, "I'm just saying, his hands are so cold... stop pretending to be someone else here."

"What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said, "He...he actually said...his own child refused to...acknowledge him as his father...his heart had long...long gone cold...naturally his hands couldn't get warm either."

The Gray Hand Man said, "You still believed that the other party was a blue-armored man pretending to be... pretending to be someone else, right?"

"Yes." said the man.

"What did you tell him?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told him... people who pretend to be someone else... have something to hide, so they are naturally afraid... When people are afraid... their hands tend to get cold, which is... normal." The man said. The gray-handed man said, "What about him?"

"He said...if I could warm his heart, his...hands would be warm...so that...so that he could let me feel a pair of warm hands...holding my hands." the man replied.

The Gray Hand asked, "What was your reaction after hearing this?"

“I feel very sick,” the man said.

"Uncomfortable?" Gray Hand asked, "Why not?"

"It's just...it's just that he is clearly a man in blue armor...and he is clearly holding my hands with a pair of...a pair of blue armored hands, but he actually...even has the nerve to say that I can feel a pair of 'warm' hands...holding my hands. It's really...really ridiculous!" said the man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "In your impression, can't the Blue Armor Man's hands be described as 'warm'?"

"Of course... of course not." The man said, "The hands of the blue-armored man are the hands of the blue-armored man. It has nothing to do with 'warmth'."

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "Are the hands of all the Blue Armored People you have come into contact with in real life cold?"

"Not necessarily cold, but... but most of them... are not warm." The man said, "I... the hands of blue-armored people that I have touched in reality before, they were all... the hands of blue-armored people who were waiting to be killed... one by one... when I tortured them, before I killed them, in that... situation, most of them are difficult to warm up."

"Have you ever touched the warm hand of the blue-armored man in real life?" asked the man with gray hands.

"There's nothing that can make me say the word 'warm'... We are all blue-armored people... How... How can I say 'warm'?" the man said, "At most, it's... the feeling of an ordinary person's hand." The man replied.

"How hot or cold are the hands of ordinary people?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)