Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5742 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty-Two) Disturbed

The Gray Hand Man said, "I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"What about next time?" asked the Brown Hand Man. "Will there be more numbers passing by?"

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man replied.

"Are you so sure?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Sure." said the man with gray hands.

"Why are you so sure this time?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Because I have a feeling." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Is the feeling so clear this time?" asked the brown-handed man.

Gray Hands said immediately, "Yeah, I'm actually curious as to why it's suddenly so clear."

The brown-handed man asked, "Is the feeling this time superficial or deep?"

"This time it's still on the surface." said the man with gray hands.

"But the surface makes you feel so credible?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Then do you think the next pass will be far away from this one?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Far." said the man with gray hands.

"You answered so straightforwardly again?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, it's very straightforward." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Can you give me a specific time?"

"No," said the Gray Hand Man, "but I know it must be far away."

"Is it so far that it will be longer than the longest interval before?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't this clear?" asked the brown-handed man again.

"I don't seem to remember it clearly." said the man with gray hands.

"What do you not remember clearly?" said the brown-handed man. "Which time was the longest before?"

"It seems so." said the Gray Hand Man. "It's only been so long?" said the Brown Hand Man. "Which time do you think it was?"

"My memory is a little fuzzy." The Gray Hand Man said, "Tell me."

The brown-handed man was also stunned.

"What's the matter?" said the Gray Hand Man, "Are you going to let me continue to think?"

"No." The brown-handed man said, "My memory is really fuzzy."

"You were still clear when you asked me just now, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes, it was very clear at that moment," said the brown-handed man, "but as I was talking to you, it became blurred."

"Your memory has become blurry, right?" Gray Hand Man said, "Could it be that my words interfered with your memory?"

"It's not your fault," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"If we weren't disturbed, why did the situation suddenly become different from before?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Don't take this matter upon yourself," said the man with brown hands.

"Who else could it be related to? Could it be him?" The Gray Hand Man asked, "Or who else?"

"When your memory became fuzzy just now, did you think it was because of my talking that disturbed you?" asked the man with brown hands.

"No." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Who do you think is at fault?" The brown-handed man asked, "You just now."

"It's my own problem." said the man with gray hands.

"That's what I want to say right now. It seems to be my own problem." The brown-handed man said, "I feel that my current situation is the same as your blurry situation just now."

"In other words, you and I are in similar situations?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I think so." said the brown-handed man.

“What influence could it have been?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Are you thinking about the two we just spit out?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yeah, I thought of that incident immediately when this happened." Gray Hand said, "Did you think of that incident this time too?"

"The same." said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)