Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6211 (Six Thousand Two Hundred Eleven)

"Is it still up to me to decide?" asked the brown-handed man with a smile.

The Gray Hand Man said, "That's the question you asked."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Is it up to me to decide the question I asked?"

The Gray Hand said, "You initiated it, so who decides?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Okay, I'll decide then."

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "What if I don't initiate it again?"

The Brown-Handed Man said, “That doesn’t even need to be decided.”

The gray-handed man said, "Do you think I'm going to ask now?"

"I don't plan to do that." said the man with brown hands.

"How did you know that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You, just go back and forth like this." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "Would you like that?"

"It doesn't matter whether I am willing or not." said the man with brown hands.

"What's important?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"What matters is that you are willing." The brown-handed man smiled.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Why do you sound like this when you talk now?"

"Isn't this normal?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

Gray Hands said: "Based on the past situation, what is normal?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Now is the present, how can we still follow the previous situation?"

The Gray Hand said, “There’s no going back.”

The Brown-Handed Man asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "I want to go back to the topic we just talked about."

The Brown Hand said, "What topic?"

The Gray Hand said, "It's about the question 'If one day the night stops falling, would you be happy?'"

The brown-handed man said, "Oh, I understand."

"Do you understand what I am thinking at this moment?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man with brown hands said, "I guess I understand." "Why aren't you laughing?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Why are you laughing?" asked the brown-handed man.

"You were laughing just now." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "Who can laugh continuously?"

"I can't say it's continuous, but there are always some intermittent laughs." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said again, "Yes, you also said it was intermittent."

The Gray Hand said, "But when we talked about this topic this time, you stopped laughing, and I was surprised again."

The brown-handed man asked, "Is it really so sudden?"

"Really." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The Brown-Handed Man said, "Can't I just be in the right time to break off now?"

The Gray Hand said, "It could be when it's broken, but it's not broken naturally."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll stop laughing more naturally next time."

"This makes it even more unnatural." The man with gray hands laughed.

"I'm laughing again, am I not?" asked the Brown-Handed Man. "In other words, am I not laughing again?"

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "It's because you continued too deliberately, which makes it even more unnatural."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Do you think it's natural for you to suddenly laugh at this moment?"

"I don't know," said the Gray Hand Man. "I can hear my own laughter, but I can't feel it. What do you think?"

“It’s not natural.” The brown-handed man laughed.

"On what basis do you judge whether it is natural?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Of course, it depends on whether you say I am natural or not."

"Can you still judge it this way?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Why not?" the brown-handed man asked, "You are only allowed to say that my smile is unnatural, but you are not allowed to say it myself?"

The Gray Hand said, "Allowed. But I have a basis for what I said."

"What I said is also based on facts, and I have just told you the so-called basis." said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)