Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6775 (Six Thousand Seven Hundred and Seventy-Five) Early Edition

"What's the point?" The brown-handed man said, "Don't make up a story for me again. Although you can make it perfect if you make it up, I don't want you to make it up at this moment."

The gray-handed man asked the brown-handed man, "Do we need to make this up now?"

"Oh, you've already made it up?" The brown-handed man laughed, "How could I have overlooked this possibility? Well, if you've already made it up and you think it's meaningful, then what you say may be well thought out."

The Gray Hands said, "What do you mean by carefully considered?"

The brown-handed man said, "It's neither 'previously compiled' nor 'recently compiled', so how was it compiled?"

"What do you mean by 'made up'? In your eyes, the meaning I am about to say must be made up? Can't it be something that has existed originally?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It had its own meaning? Anyway, I can't figure out the meaning of that nonsense I said. If you ask me the meaning of what you said before, I know it." said the man with brown hands.

"So you were also 'edited early'?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No," said the man with brown hands.

"Oh, so you made it up on the spot, too." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"See, you did it on purpose. You insisted that I made it up." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man laughed a little too loudly.

"Why are you laughing so loudly?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Laugh as loud as you want," said the man with gray hands.

"This feeling is really good." The brown-handed man said, "Free and easy, I like this feeling."

The Gray Hand Man deliberately said, "Then you laughed very loudly too."

"You're doing it on purpose again." The brown-handed man said, "What I mean is that you can laugh as loud as you want. It feels good to be free and unrestrained. It doesn't mean that laughing louder will make you feel better."

The gray-handed man laughed loudly and said, "Anyway, no matter how loud I laugh, you are the only one who can hear it. After all, you are not the one who 'listens.'" The brown-handed man said, "Then you keep laughing. Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Is it your turn to say something?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "I think it's my turn to speak."

"Speak!" said the man with gray hands.

"What do you mean by 'made up'? In your eyes, the meaning of what I am about to say must be made up? Can't it be something that has existed originally?" said the man with brown hands.

"You repeated my words again." said the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm just following up on what you said." The brown-handed man said with a smile.

"What did I say next? What did I say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You just said to me, 'Oh, so you also made it up on the spot,'" the brown-handed man said, "I just followed up on what you said."

"No." said the man with gray hands.

"Don't I know what I'm saying next?" The Brown-Handed Man asked with a smile, "If you say it's not true, then it's not true, right?"

"You mean it?" the Gray Hand said, "What do you mean by 'next'? I can still tell what the next sentence is."

"What did you hear? Please explain it clearly." asked the man with brown hands.

"You said the last sentence yourself." Gray Hand Man laughed, "You just said to me: 'Look, you did it on purpose, insisting that I made it up.' You said the same thing yourself."

The brown-handed man smiled and sighed, then said in a helpless tone, "Okay, I'll continue what I said. So what?"

(End of this chapter)