Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4390 (four thousand three hundred and ninety) is more like
The head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face asked again, "Where are those blue-armored men?"

"I closed my eyes," he replied.

"Look, are they still alive?" the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek asked again.

"Probably..." He thought about it and was a little worried that he had guessed wrong.

"What should we do?" asked the human head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left cheek.

"I see... they have closed their eyes... and their faces are..." he said as he thought.

"How?" the other party continued to ask.

"I feel like they might be dead," he replied.

"That's right," said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face. "Did you notice their eyeballs before they closed their eyes?"

"I...I'm watching." he replied.

The head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face asked, "Which direction are their eyes looking in?"

"It's probably affected by the wind... It seems..." He said, "Which direction the wind blows... The eyes look in that direction."

The other person said, "Have you ever seen your eyeballs move by themselves?"

"I think..." he said hesitantly, "it hasn't been moved."

"Do you think they are more like they have lived, or like they have never lived?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek.

He remembered what the other party had said to him before: "Did you say it the other way around?" "I'm telling you, the wild grass blue-armored man you mentioned is alive now." He said: "More like alive."

"Compared to those blue-armored men you've seen?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of his face.

He still felt that these wild grass blue-armored people looked more like they had never lived, after all, they couldn't even move their eyeballs, just bent with the wind, and then their skin turned dry and yellow, and they closed their eyes. But he thought the other party would want to hear his answer that these wild grass blue-armored people looked more like they had lived than the blue-armored people he had seen.

He said, "You should think that these people are more alive than the blue-armored people I have seen." The head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of the face asked, "What do you think?"

"I'll listen to you." said the person who had previously said, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is the difference between you and me."

"Listen to me?" said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left face, "Do you think I let you watch these just to make you listen to me?"

"If you put it that way, then it shouldn't be the case." He replied.

"I just want you to think carefully." said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek.

"I...thought about it," he replied.

"What have you thought of?" the other party asked.

"The lives of those wild grass blue-armored people...are like wild grass," he answered, "and then they become dead grass."

"Some people regard the lives of the blue-armored people as weeds. This is a disregard for life. It may only take a moment for those weeds to turn into dead grass," he replied. "There is cruelty behind this."

"Yes," he agreed.

"Do you think I'm only talking about those blue-armored men covered in weeds?" asked the human head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left cheek.

"No," he said.

"Who else is included?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of its face.

"What you said... should... should also include those blue-armored men I've seen." He said, guessing what the other party meant.

"In your eyes?" the other party asked.

(End of this chapter)