Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5148 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Forty Eight) Attack

The Gray Hands man certainly understood why the other party said that, and he did not think that the other party was not afraid of the Blue Armored Man because of what he said. Since he knew that the other party had just developed this habit, he did not say much. If it was before, the Gray Hands man would probably ask the man whether it was "can't be" or "no", but now, after going through so much, the Gray Hands man no longer felt that it was necessary to ask such a question.

The Gray Hands Man continued to ask: "What happened next?"

That person said, "Then...then I just...just listened to the sounds of 'Spring Shadow' and 'Spring Shadow' echoing in my ears again and again."

"You didn't speak at once?" asked the Gray Hand.

"No." The man said, "I don't even know if the other party can hear me."

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "Did you say that later?"

"Later...I told you." said the man.

"Why did you say that again?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because later... I felt that if I didn't say it... I would be more painful." said the man.

"Has there been any changes?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said, “Yes.”

"What changes?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I... I feel the cold attacking me from all directions." The man said, "As if... it's freezing me to death."

"You used to think it was normal for people to be in the cold, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "I... did think so before... but... but this time... it was too cold... so cold... I... felt the pain was unbearable."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Did you think of anything at that time?"

"I thought... a lot." The man said, "In order to ease my pain, I... I deliberately thought of some scenarios."

"What are you thinking about?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I thought about warm... moments." The man said. "Warm moments?" The gray-handed man asked, "What moments?"

"For example... when I was walking on the road to find the person who cast a spell on me, I... that moment in the spring when I was hiding." said the man.

"Now you no longer feel that it's all fake?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It still feels fake,” the man said.

"Then won't you feel uncomfortable?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man added: "I...actually I can..."

“Did you feel complicated at that time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," the man said, "but I really need...need that kind of imagination."

"How long have you been thinking about this?" the Gray Hands Man asked, "You still don't know?"

"Yes." The man said, "I still don't know. But I feel... as if... I haven't thought enough."

"Not thinking enough? What do you mean?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Actually... at that moment... I suddenly wanted to live in that kind of warmth." The man said, "Thinking of that kind of warmth, I... I seemed to be able to feel less coldness attacking me."

The Gray Hands Man asked again, "Even if the feelings are complicated, do you still have to think about it?"

"Yes." The man said, "What I need...what I need more...is that kind of warmth."

The Gray Hand said, "But aren't you worried about affecting your will?"

“Will…” the man said, “Actually… at that time… I felt that I was going to disappear. A person who is about to disappear… will have different thoughts. I would rather live… in that kind of warmth.”

(End of this chapter)