Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4387 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty Seven) Death and Life

He thought so in his heart, so he didn't dare to say anything against his will, or because he was worried that the hot tears would fly to his face again, causing burning pain on his face, so he told the truth: "There is a difference."

"Still saying that?" The head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left cheek looked at him and asked.

"To be honest," said the person who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me."

"I've explained it so clearly just now, do you still feel there is a difference?" said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek.

"Yes." he answered.

"Is it the same difference you just mentioned?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek.

He said, "There is...something else."

"Something else?" asked the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face. "What's the difference?"

"The difference between death and life," he replied.

"Who dies and who lives?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek.

"The wild blue-armored men are... dead. The blue-armored men I have seen are alive." He replied.

"Alive?" asked the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face, "Which ones? Including those blue-armored people you once abused? They are already dead. Did you get it wrong? Let me tell you, the blue-armored people with weeds you mentioned are alive right now."

"But the wild grass blue-armored people... they... they can only move with the wind." He said. "They are also alive." The head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left face said, "They are alive now. What about the blue-armored people you abused? Are you saying they are alive?"

"What I mean is..." He paused and said, "The blue-armored people I have seen... many... many of the blue-armored people I have not abused are... all alive..."

At this point, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with what he said, and quickly added: "At least... at least when I saw them, they were alive. As for later... whether they died of old age, I don't know. Some people, I never saw them again."

Originally, he thought he had said enough, but when he saw the other person looking at him with a terrifying look, he remembered what the other person had just said. He thought it would be inappropriate not to mention the blue-armored people he had abused, so he added: "As for... As for the blue-armored people I had abused... I think..."

He was a little unsure of what to say, and after a pause, he said, "They... they are also different from the wild grass blue-armored people. Those people at least... at least they once lived."

The man with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face exhaled, causing the weeds to sway again, and asked again: "Those blue-armored men you saw, don't you know if they died of old age?"

"Yeah." He answered, "I don't know. I just said it, because I haven't seen him since then."

The head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek smiled, but the laughter sounded more mournful than crying, as if it was not a laugh but a scream of grief and anger.

"Have you ever seen the blue-armored man die of old age?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of his face.

"No... I haven't seen it..." He answered, "I don't think I have seen it."

The head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of his face asked, "You must have seen the old man in blue armor, right?"

(End of this chapter)