Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6821 (Six Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty-One) Striving for the First

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "If you want to calculate the order of precedence, then the Lord should be the first."

"Can I go first and then him?" the man with gray hands asked with a deliberate smile.

"Do you need to compete for this too?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Do you see the focus on being first?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“You can tell me what your main point is.” The brown-handed man said with a smile.

"You thought of me before you thought of the Lord." The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "This is what it means to be first."

"It's just about using the Lord." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "So the competition for the first use of the Lord is not considered competition?"

"Can I compete with him?" asked the Gray Hand Man with a smile.

"Why not?" asked the brown-handed man.

"You can say whatever you want now, it's really casual." The man with gray hands laughed.

The brown-handed man asked the gray-handed man, "Isn't that a big deal?"

"Then listen to what I say and feel it for yourself." The man with gray hands said with a smile.

"You say it." The brown-handed man smiled.

The Gray Hand said, "Of course you can compete with the User for first place."

The brown-handed man smiled.

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

"That sounds a bit strange." said the brown-handed man.

"Not adapting?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It seems I can’t say that I’ve fully adapted.” The brown-handed man laughed.

"Only a partial adaptation?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It seems difficult for me to even say that I have partially adapted.” The brown-handed man laughed.

The Gray Hand Man smiled at the Brown Hand Man and said, "Are you trying to say that you are totally unfit?"

“There seems to be such a sign.” The brown-handed man laughed, “But I don’t think it makes sense.”

The man with gray hands asked the man with brown hands: "What's unreasonable about it?" "Why?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Go on." The Gray Hand Man smiled, "I know you haven't finished."

"Why can't I compete with him?" said the man with brown hands.

"Yes, that's the truth." The man with gray hands laughed.

The Brown Hand Man asked the Gray Hand Man, "Do you think so too?"

"That's what I thought when I heard you say that," the Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man asked, "So your attitude has changed now?"

"Can you tell me how it changed?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just now you said, 'Can I compete with him?'" said the brown-handed man, "Now you think you can compete with him."

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Isn't this just a casual remark?"

"You can say that casually?" the brown-handed man asked, "Have you not changed your mind?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "It's not like there has been no transformation."

"It's enough for you to admit that you have changed. After the change, you can say whatever you want." The man with brown hands said with a smile.

"Okay, whatever you say is what it is." The Gray Hand Man smiled, "Have you changed?"

The brown-handed man asked the gray-handed man, "What am I transforming into?"

"It's about changing your feelings." Gray Hand Man laughed, "From feeling uncomfortable to completely comfortable?"

"It's still a long way to go to say that we've fully adapted." The brown-handed man laughed.

“What about partial adaptation?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That might be okay." The brown-handed man smiled.

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Do you think this is a transformation?"

"It seems that it can be counted." The man with brown hands said with a smile.

"As if? It's okay?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "Are you saying it so reluctantly?"

"Not unwillingly." The brown-handed man smiled.

(End of this chapter)