Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4778 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Seventy-Eight) Outward

Before he finished speaking, the Gray Hand Man knew what he was going to say next, so he said, "I'm not afraid of this Blue Armor Man. Is this what you want to say?"

"Yes," the man replied.

"I already knew that you would say you were afraid of the blue-armored man. There's no need to tell me again and again." said the man with gray hands.

"Got it." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again, "Did you say anything to him when you were scared?"

“I said it.” The man said, “I said…if…if he really gave me a chance, then…then if I didn’t want to say it this time, I wouldn’t be…forced by him to say it.”

The Gray Hand asked, "What did he do after hearing this?"

"He asked me where...where he forced me to answer." said the man.

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

"I said... I said he forced me to say it with his eyes," said the man.

"What did he do after hearing that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He burst into laughter again," the man said, "and asked me if my eyeballs could...speak."

"I said... I said my eyes wouldn't work, but... but his eyes can be used to force me to speak." said the man.

"Where's he?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He said... anyone who can use his eyeballs to force people to speak is a fool who can't be any dumber." said the man.

"What did you do after hearing that?" the Gray Hand Man asked. "I couldn't do anything." The man said, "I just endured it... I felt like he was insulting me... But I had no other options... I could only let him insult me... After all... If I said anything... He would probably attack me with his eyes again, or... or attack me in a way that would make me more painful. Although I know that even if I didn't say anything, he... he wouldn't let me go... But I still don't want to endure that kind of pain."

"But haven't you thought about the time issue?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"A matter of time?" the man asked.

"Yeah, he just mentioned something related to time. Have you ever thought that the longer time goes by, the more stuff will be in his attack bag?" asked the man with gray hands.

“Oh, this… I thought of this at the time.” The man said, “But… but I think… as long as he hasn’t attacked me again… things… things may turn around.”

"Do you still hope that you will not be attacked by him again?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's not that I have any illusions about him, but... I have illusions about the matter itself," said the man.

"How do you explain this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s right… Even though I don’t think he… will choose to let me go… I will imagine that something else will happen… something unexpected will force him to give up attacking me next time.” said the man.

"Like what?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"For example...what happened on the ground...some strange people suddenly appeared..." said the man.

"Do you think that what happened in that world might be disadvantageous to him?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can only say... I had fantasies about other situations happening there, so... I could only imagine that something bad was happening there." The man said, "Now... now that you ask me this, my thoughts... are different from what they were then."

(End of this chapter)