Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6608 (Six Thousand Six Hundred and Eight) Tongdao
“Maybe I’ll know if it’s true or not when I really turn into rice.” The Gray Hand Man joked, “If that day really comes, I will probably tell you.”

"When you turned into rice, I should have become rice too, so we should be 'same rice'." said the man with brown hands.

"That's right. When I talk to you, it's like I'm talking to myself. That 'Tongdao' is also talking to itself." The gray-handed man said, "Rice talks to rice, and rice can understand what rice says."

The brown-handed man asked, "Like now?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "There is still a difference."

"Don't tell me that you and I are not in the same position now. When you turned into rice, I was in the same position as you." said the man with brown hands.

"That's OK, but that's not what I want to say." The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "What difference do you want to talk about?"

"That difference is my imagination," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Now you dare to say directly that there is still a difference even in your imagination?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Didn't you imagine it just now?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "What you mean by 'being in the same position' is your imagination, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's just what I thought you might think." said the brown-handed man.

"Whether that counts as imagination or not, I can imagine it," said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, but you said what you imagined, and you said it in the way you just said it." said the brown-handed man.

"What?" The Gray Hand Man laughed, "It's not like we're talking to the User right now."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Oh, that's good. Tell me what the difference is."

"In my imagination, we were standing under the blue sky, with the sun shining on us." The Gray Hand said, "What is our current state? We are surrounded by magic and special abilities."

The brown-handed man asked, "I suddenly want to stand in the sunshine under the blue sky for a while."

The Gray Hand Man was silent.

The brown-handed man asked, "Why are you silent?"

"It won't be hard to not speak now anyway," said the Gray Hand. "But don't you want to keep talking?" asked the Brown Hand.

"Yes, I am willing to talk nonsense. I talk a lot of nonsense." The Gray Hand said, "But I have to think before I speak, right?"

The brown-handed man asked, "What do you want to think about?"

The Gray Hand Man replied: "Think about how to let you stand in the sun under the blue sky for a while under such circumstances."

The Brown Hand Man asked the Gray Hand Man, "That's what I said."

The Gray Hand said, "But you really want to, very much."

The Brown-Handed Man asked, "How do you know?"

"The same person." said the man with gray hands.

"You give that excuse again," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Whatever the reason is, I'm thinking about it."

The brown-handed man said, "What is there to think about? Just think about it, as if you are already standing in the blue sky and sunshine. That's enough."

The Gray Hand Man said, "I'm wondering if there's a way to actually do it."

The brown-handed man asked, "No way?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's a pity that I haven't figured it out yet. I can't even tell what state you and I are in now."

The brown-handed man asked the gray-handed man, "If I tell you, you won't be happy to hear it, so I won't tell you."

"You know?" Gray Hand asked, "Do you have a definite answer now?"

"No," said the Brown-Handed Man, "but an answer that is merely uncertain doesn't sound very happy."

(End of this chapter)