Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4384 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Four) Weeds

When the wind blew, the weeds that had grown long on the man's face swayed in the wind, and the people lying on it seemed to be sucked tightly by the weeds and would not fall off the weeds at all. They were also blown by the weeds, as if they were part of the weeds, and the weeds were like an extension of their light bodies.

The weeds would sometimes bend badly under the wind, and the people who seemed to be integrated with the weeds would also bend with the weeds. The degree and direction of the bending were beyond the ability of ordinary people under normal circumstances. Even if someone could bend like that, it would not be like the blue-armored people on the weeds. At this moment, the blue-armored people felt like thin strips of paper.

When they were swayed by the wind, the blue-armored men all kept their eyes open, blinking occasionally, but their eyeballs did not move. It was as if their eyes were fixed by fate, unable to choose where to look.

"What kind of grass?" the human head with a bunch of wild grass painted on his left cheek asked the man with the tooth-shaped arrow on his body.

He replied: "No...I don't know..."

"You can't tell?" said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face, "Do you think I'm asking you to guess the species of this weed? Have you ever seen this kind of weed?"

"Yes...yes..." he replied.

"Have you seen me there?" the other party asked.

"Road...side of the road..." he replied.

"Then you still don't understand?" The other party said, "If you don't even know this, I don't need to say more to you, just..."

"Don't...don't!" He felt that the other party might do something that would cause him even more pain, so he hurried to stop him.

"Then tell me, what kind of grass did you see on the roadside?" the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek asked him.

"Wild...weeds," he replied.

The head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face said, "Then you know what kind of weeds this is on my face, right?"

"That's right," he answered. "What's that?" asked the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face, "Can't you just say it in full?"

He felt pain and didn't want to continue talking, but because he was worried that if he didn't say anything, the other party would do something that would make him more painful, so he said, "It's also...weed."

"What's on that weed?" the other person asked him.

"People." He answered. He had discovered that the nails of the people on the weeds were all blue. After he knew that those people were blue-armored people, he actually no longer considered them people, at least not people like himself. However, when facing them, he forced himself to say the word "people".

"Who is it?" asked the human head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of its face.

"Blue...Armored...Man." he answered.

"Have you ever seen a man in blue armor like this?" the other person asked him.

"No," he replied.

"What's the difference between this blue-armored man and the blue-armored men you have seen before?" the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek continued to ask.

He said, "Can we first..."

"What first?" said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face, "I asked you what the difference is between a blue-armored man like this and the ones you've seen before, what's your answer?"

"I...it hurts...can I..." He paused here because it was too painful to continue.

"Can I ask what?" the other party asked, "Do you still expect yourself not to feel pain at this moment?"

(End of this chapter)