Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5952 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty Two)

The Gray Hand Man said, "Think about it, how could it be like this every time? If so, wouldn't I be too weird?"

"So, you are laughing at yourself?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes, but I am the one who is laughing at the situation you are talking about." The Gray Hand said, "Of course, such conditions are hard to come by."

The brown-handed man said, "Just treat my words as if they were not precise, isn't that okay?"

The Gray Hand Man laughed again.

"What's wrong?" asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, “It’s just the contrast.”

"What's the contrast? Why are you laughing like this?" asked the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man added: "It's the contrast between you now and you before."

"Compared with the past again." The brown-handed man said, "It's the 'before after the transformation' again."

"I'd like to compare it with 'the time before you turned into Na'. Tell me, how can I clearly see what you looked like 'the time before you turned into Na'?" said the man with gray hands.

"How can I tell you?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“From what you said, it’s as if you knew it but didn’t want to tell me.” The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"It seems like that's what I meant, but actually that's not what I meant." said the man with brown hands.

"Why are you saying that so seriously?" The Gray Hand said, "I was just joking."

"I know you're joking," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hands said, "Did you notice that the sound of mixing mud has become quieter?"

"I found it. It's quite obvious." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man added: "And the sound is too dense, it feels like it's being stirred too quickly."

"That's right," said the Brown Hand. "Too fast."

The Gray Hand said, "Now it sounds a bit like the flapping of bee wings."

The brown-handed man said, "It sounds like that to me, but if it's really mud, it shouldn't sound like the flapping of bees' wings, right?"

"At least you have to flap your wings like a wasp." The gray-handed man laughed. The brown-handed man said, "You're kidding again. It's not right to flap your wings like a wasp, is it?"

"What kind of flapping wings does that look like?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Why do you have to say it's like flapping wings?" asked the brown-handed man with a smile.

"Because it sounds like flapping wings to me." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Just because you heard a sound like flapping wings, you must say it's the sound of flapping wings next?"

"That's called habit." The man with gray hands laughed.

"Are we still talking about customs at this time?" asked the Brown-Handed Man with a smile.

"We need a breakthrough," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, then why don't you break through quickly?"

"How to break through?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm kidding. I just want you to say it in a different voice." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hands Man said again: "Is this considered a breakthrough?"

“I told you it was a joke, why are you still asking?” said the man with brown hands.

"Then try to break through." said the man with gray hands.

"Can't you figure it out?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“Who said I can’t figure it out? I just want you to break through. I’m giving you the opportunity to break through.” The man with gray hands said with a smile.

"It's not like we only have one chance, and it's not like I can't use it if you use it." The brown-handed man said, "We can obviously both break through."

"Yes, of course we can also not break through at all." said the man with gray hands.

"As soon as I ask you to speak, you decide not to say anything, right?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I don't have any plans." The Gray Hand said, "It depends on whether you want to say it or not."

(End of this chapter)