Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6284 (Six Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Four) Master

The brown-handed man said, "Is this a special experience for an individual?"

"Individuals?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Well, what I want to talk about here is you and me." said the man with brown hands.

"I know." The Gray Hand Man said, "You and I had no way out at that time."

"If you want to be surrounded by the Lord, you must be surrounded by the Lord." The brown-handed man said, "If you don't want to be surrounded by the Lord, you must be surrounded by the Lord."

"Do you still want to be surrounded by the main force?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I don't believe you don't." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "What do you mean by that?"

"You know." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Are you trying to say that I'm in the same or similar situation as you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I think so." The man with brown hands replied.

"Another 'should'?" asked the Gray Hands Man.

"Isn't it more practical to say it with 'should'?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Well, that's true. At least it can help us avoid uncomfortable feelings." said the man with gray hands.

“There’s not much chance of feeling uncomfortable, so is it necessary to do this?” asked the brown-handed man.

“In fact, sometimes it is not necessary.” said the man with gray hands.

"Just do you think it's necessary?" the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

"You actually say that." The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands.

"What do you think I should say?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "After I told you that sometimes it's not necessary, at least don't say that I think it's necessary."

"Well, that does make sense." The brown-handed man laughed.

"Listen, listen, you are laughing like this again." said the man with gray hands.

"Proof of what?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's hard to say what it proves, but in my opinion, this may be intentional." said the man with gray hands.

The man with brown hands smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad." "What's not bad?" the man with gray hands asked deliberately.

"You ask this on purpose." The brown-handed man laughed.

The Gray Hand Man did not deny it, but just continued to laugh.

"Look, it's confirmed, right? It's acknowledged, right?" The man with brown hands smiled deliberately.

"Why do you think I asked this on purpose?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "You know why I said it was good, and you asked on purpose."

The Gray Hand said, "I do have an idea, but who knows what you mean by 'not bad'? In my opinion, you may mean that what I said made you happy and satisfied, or you may mean that I guessed your idea correctly."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Master."

"What?" The Gray Hand Man asked in confusion.

"You are said to be a master." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"I thought I heard it wrong." said the man with gray hands.

"You heard it right. I was saying that you are a master." said the man with brown hands.

"We are chatting like this, what does it have to do with the master?" asked the man with gray hands with a smile.

The brown-handed man said, "Why don't you ask what kind of master he is?"

"No matter from which aspect, I can't be considered a master." The man with gray hands laughed.

"No, you don't need to be humble." The brown-handed man smiled.

"Your tone of voice is too obvious as a joke," said the Gray Hand Man, "and you're laughing like that. I can probably guess what you might be talking about."

"Which one?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It's just a joke." said the man with gray hands.

"So sharp?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Is this really a joke?" said the Gray Hand Man.

"Although I was joking when I said that, even if I wasn't joking, you deserve to be a master in this field." said the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)