Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6435 (six thousand four hundred and thirty-five) gloomy

The brown-handed man was stunned.

The Gray Hand Man was curious about what happened at first, but then he seemed to understand and said, "It's okay, let's talk about something else."

The brown-handed man knew clearly that time could not be reversed. After being stunned for a moment, when he heard what the gray-handed man said, he not only did not immediately feel that the matter was over, but became even more worried.

"What?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's okay." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Are you thinking about the topic we talked about before?"

The brown-handed man was startled, but still worried that the gray-handed man would bring up the topic he had just avoided, so he said, "Nothing, let's talk about that person."

The Gray Hand asked, "That person?"

"What?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Your reaction is a little unusual." said the Gray Hand Man.

"What is unusual? What is ordinary?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I'm not comparing myself to you long ago." said the Gray Hand Man.

"What time is it compared to?" asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "It's just compared with what we just did after we spit out those two."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "After we spit out those two, my situation has changed a lot, hasn't it?"

"Do you think your smile is too stiff right now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Why are you asking such a question?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Can't you just feel the details?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "When I was a tool, I rarely expressed my feelings. But now, once I feel something, I have to be more detailed."

The Gray Hand said, "Aren't your feelings during this period also quite detailed?"

The brown-handed man said, “Really?”

"If you are not meticulous, how can you be sensitive?" said the man with gray hands.

"What's sensitive?" the brown-handed man asked, "Where is sensitive?"

The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands, "Do you really want me to tell it?" "Why does your tone sound a little eerie?" asked the man with brown hands.

“Does it really have to be called eerie?” The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Now your tone of voice is not as sinister as before."

"What has it become now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

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

The Gray Hand said, "Oh, are you saying that the tone of my voice just now was abnormal?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "I said eerie, not abnormal."

The Gray Hand Man smiled and asked, "Do you think it's normal to be spooky?"

"What's abnormal in such an environment?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Ah?" Gray Hand said, "You actually think it's normal for me to speak in a gloomy tone? Have I always been like this in your impression?"

The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "That's not what I meant."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Then tell me, is my tone of voice eerie?"

"What happened just now?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

"It's eerie." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand asked, "Why are you so serious?"

"I just didn't laugh." said the man with brown hands.

"Why aren't you laughing?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man was a little less worried and said, "If I laugh, will you say that my laugh is eerie?"

"I don't know." The Gray Hand said, "You have to laugh first, then I will know."

The brown-handed man said, "Must you laugh?"

"Don't tell me you can't laugh." said the man with gray hands.

It was indeed difficult for the Brown-Handed Man to laugh before, but this moment was different.

(End of this chapter)