Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5964 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Sixty-Four) Crisp Thunder

The brown-handed man said, "What if he really gets chopped off?"

“It would be nice if you could really chop it down.” The man with gray hands laughed.

"Not bad?" asked the brown-handed man.

Gray Hand Man said, "That was pretty much how I ended up anyway."

The brown-handed man asked, "Why do you think so again?"

"I just feel it in waves." said the man with gray hands.

"When will it stabilize?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's difficult." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said again, "What do you think of me?"

"I think it's difficult too." said the man with gray hands.

"That's it," said the man with brown hands.

"I find it rare that you can say that." said the Gray Hand Man.

"It's normal that it's rare." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hands man said again: "Yes, in this environment, what else is abnormal?"

"It seems to have changed." The brown-handed man said, "His abdomen."

"Why did all the sounds just now disappear and were replaced by thunder?" asked the man with gray hands.

“But this thunder is not muffled at all,” said the brown-handed man.

"Very loud," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man added, "The sound is still very crisp."

"Crisp thunder?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I've never heard of this." said the man with brown hands.

"You are lying now," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Have you heard of it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man. "I heard it the moment I said it myself, so I said I heard it."

"You just heard the word 'crisp thunder'." said the brown-handed man.

"I didn't say it was before." The Gray Hand Man laughed, "I said you too, you just heard it, so you're lying if you say you haven't heard it." The Brown Hand Man laughed, "I said I hadn't heard it before you said it."

“But you didn’t explain it clearly.” The Gray Hand Man said with a smile.

"Your skills are almost catching up with that guy." said the man with brown hands.

"What kind of skill?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man added, "You are deliberately saying something to criticize others."

"Do you remember the time when he found fault with you and me?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "Of course, if it's not done carefully enough, he will use this skill to find fault with it."

The Gray Hand said, "Actually, if you're just being picky, that's fine. The worst that can happen is that you'll get criticized."

"But he punishes, really punishes." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man added: "It seems unfair every time I think about it."

The brown-handed man said, "It was really unfair at that time."

The Gray Hand said, "But there's nothing we can do."

The Brown-Handed Man said, "That's right. There's nothing we can do to him."

"We can only let him be picky," said the man with gray hands.

"I can't even predict how long I will be criticized by him." said the man with brown hands.

Gray Hand Man said: "Some of the things he decides are hard for us to predict?"

"Yes." said the brown-handed man. "But I didn't think too much about it at that time."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Me too."

"Because I am a tool," said the Brown-Handed Man. "At that time, I should have been his tool completely."

The Gray Hand said, "It seems that when I was a tool, I only needed to think about it for a little while and it would stop. It's hard to think deeply."

"Is it because of what he did to us?" asked the Brown Hand.

"Some kind of control over our thoughts?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"In fact, he is controlling us subtly all the time. You and I both know it. What I want to ask is whether he is exercising some kind of direct control over us." said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)