Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5766 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Six) Slow Down

"After accepting the transformation, it seems that we no longer pay attention to our own motives?" said the Gray Hand Man.

“None of us are encouraged to pay attention to our own motives,” the Brown-Handed Man said.

"Indeed," said the Gray Hand Man. "If our own motivations are not conducive to completing the task for that person, it may slow down the progress of certain things."

The brown-handed man said, "In his eyes, progress is what really matters."

Gray Hand said: "We are just tools in his eyes, right?"

"That's about right. Judging from the way he treated us before, it's probably like that." said the man with brown hands.

"But you and I always treat him with respect," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, not only that, you and I sometimes quarrel because of him." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, "At that time, I always felt that I was right, and that no one was wrong, but I found fault with the people I worked with."

The brown-handed man said, "Me too."

The Gray Hand Man added: "Those two 'wings' lasted for quite a long time. I mean this time."

The brown-handed man said, "The color has changed again."

"It seems to be the opposite of what happened just now?" said the man with gray hands.

"Just now it changed from brown to increasingly yellowish, and this time it changed to brown again?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray-Handed Man, "Will it turn back to the brown color it was just now?"

"I'll watch." said the man with brown hands.

"Surface feeling?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "What do you think?" "I think so too." The gray-handed man said, "And it's also a superficial feeling."

The brown-handed man said again: "This time you and I feel the same way again. Does this mean that this is really going to happen again?"

"That should be it?" said the Gray Hand Man. "I think so."

The brown-handed man added, "The bamboo shoots in the middle are also brown now."

"It was really fast," said the Gray Hand Man. "It was quite sudden."

The brown-handed man said, "But the color of the two 'wings' is not exactly the same?"

"Yes, it's not exactly the same yet, and it seems it's still adjusting." said the man with gray hands.

"In fact, the colors of the two 'wings' are also changing. They are really becoming less obvious." said the brown-handed man.

"They are all changing. At some point, are their colors exactly the same? Is the brown color the result of them 'accommodating' each other?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's possible." The brown-handed man said, "But because they are always changing, it seems that they have missed each other again and again."

"What you mean is... let me give you an example. When the two 'wings' turn dark brown, the 'bamboo shoot' in the middle is still light brown. But when the 'bamboo shoot' turns the same dark brown as the previous 'wings', the two 'wings' have turned into a lighter brown again?" said the man with gray hands.

“That’s what I mean,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

“I don’t know how many more times I’ll miss this.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man added: "No matter how many times we miss, if we can finally achieve the same color, that moment will be impressive."

The Gray Hand said, "That's right. What you said actually made me think about how people get along with each other."

The brown-handed man said, "When A initially thought this way, B did not think this way. When B's thoughts became the same as A's initial thoughts, A's thoughts changed again. When you talk about getting along, these are what I thought of."

(End of this chapter)