Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6362 (Six Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Two)

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "You just let it slip, right?"

"He's let things slip before," said the man with brown hands.

"And it didn't happen just once." said the man with gray hands.

"I just don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional." said the man with brown hands.

"Yes, sometimes he lets slip things to us on purpose," said the man with gray hands.

"How do you know?" the brown-handed man asked, "Will he tell you after he lets it slip?"

"Of course not." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"Then how did you know that?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Guess." said the man with gray hands.

"I thought your situation was different from mine, but it turns out we are similar." said the man with brown hands.

"What do you mean?" Gray Hand asked, "Are you guessing too?"

"Yes." said the brown-handed man, "it's just a pure guess."

"Do you believe that your guess is consistent with the actual situation?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Of course I believe it." The man with brown hands smiled.

"Are you sure?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I have evidence." said the man with brown hands.

“Every time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It happens every time.” The brown-handed man laughed, “I won’t jump to conclusions easily without evidence.”

"I believe this." The Gray Hand said, "You are always so rigorous."

"Aren't you also very strict?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I am rigorous?" the Gray Hand said, "or cautious?"

"There's no conflict, right?" said the brown-handed man. "These two can exist at the same time."

"It seems so." said the man with gray hands.

"If I say that you are cautious because you are rigorous, do you think it makes sense?" said the brown-handed man.

"That makes sense." The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "But I think it seems more appropriate to use it to describe you, right?"

"Whether it is used to talk about you or me, it is suitable, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"If you think so, it seems to be possible." said the man with gray hands.

"Whatever you call it, it's fine." The brown-handed man said, "It's obviously like this." The gray-handed man smiled and said, "Okay, it's obviously like this, I admit it, okay?"

"Okay." The brown-handed man said, "Actually, when I said that, I also felt helpless."

“I felt it too,” the Gray Hand Man laughed.

"What kind of helplessness are you feeling?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Of course it's the helplessness of being rigorous and cautious." said the man with gray hands.

"Yeah, I understand." said the brown-handed man.

"You said you felt it just now." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "If I could be less rigorous and cautious, I would also like to take it easy."

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "Is it easy now?"

"Okay." said the man with brown hands.

"Are you comfortable?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Comfortable." replied the brown-handed man.

"Are you used to it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm used to it. I'm really used to it." The brown-handed man said, "But I still feel a little regretful."

"What are you regretting?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I thought you understood," said the Brown Hand.

"That should be the case." said the man with gray hands.

"What is it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Of course I understand." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"It's not clear at all, and you just say it's right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's quite clear." The man with brown hands laughed.

"You call this clear?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Is it not possible?" asked the brown-handed man.

“You haven’t said anything yet.” The Gray Hand Man laughed.

(End of this chapter)