Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6293 (Six Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Three) Venting

"As if?" the Gray Hand Man asked with a smile.

"Although it has been mentioned many times during this period, has it really reached the point where you can't stop talking about it every other sentence?" asked the man with brown hands.

Just after he finished speaking, the brown-handed man thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be about the same."

"That's great. Just speak out." The Gray Hand said, "You couldn't say it before, but now is the time. Why don't you speak out now?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "I even hope that the Lord can hear me right now."

The Gray Hand Man said, "To vent your anger?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "When you mentioned being angry, the first thing that came to my mind was not to vent anger."

"What is it?" Gray Hand asked, "Are you thinking about breathing?"

The brown-handed man said, "Yeah, you thought of that too?"

“I thought of breathing when I said it.” The Gray Hand Man laughed, “Of course, I wasn’t thinking about it now.”

The brown-handed man said, "I'm not thinking about the present either."

"When?" Gray Hand asked, "Will it be about the time I think?"

"It's very possible," said the Brown-Handed Man. "I'm thinking of the time before the Na."

"Same." said the Gray Hand Man.

"I also thought of the scene that I couldn't see clearly just now." said the man with brown hands.

"Me too," said the Gray Hand Man.

"The past experiences I'm thinking of have something to do with breathing," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray-Handed Man said to the Brown-Handed Man, "I was thinking about my childhood."

The brown-handed man asked, "What kind of air did you breathe when you were a child?"

Gray Hand said: "I don't know. I still think our experience at that time must have been very special."

The brown-handed man asked, "Is it complicated?"

"Maybe." The Gray Hand said, "Maybe my mood was always changing."

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "Probably." The gray-handed man asked the brown-handed man, "Do you want to go back and take a look quickly?"

"Fast?" asked the brown-handed man. "How fast?"

"Right away." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to bring up the topic again?"

"Is that the topic of direction that we were talking about?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "Upwards?"

The brown-handed man hummed.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "You think it's okay to come back?"

"Yes. What is it?" said the brown-handed man. "I want to say it directly now, so that you won't bring up the topic again when we talk about other things."

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Why do you always want to pull me over?"

"Because that topic is actually hard to avoid." The brown-handed man said, "I always want to pull it over."

The Gray Hand said, "Now let me explain in detail."

"The 'upward' you just mentioned, does it have something to do with the sky?" asked the brown-handed man.

"So far, so far, that's it." The Gray Hand Man said, "How far is the sky from us?"

The brown-handed man asked, "Are you directly saying how far the distance is, or do you mean something else?"

"Are you not going to quibble over words at this point?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Why do you ask?" asked the brown-handed man.

"My question is obviously about the distance," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "Well, if you want to know how far it is in terms of time, then you have to ask how far it is to the sky."

The Gray Hand said, "Are you saying it so directly?"

The brown-handed man said, "This makes me feel more relaxed."

"Me too. I like to say that, at least at this moment." said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)