Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4620 (Four Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty) Passive
The Gray Hand Man was worried that his situation would change in the next moment, so he quickly said to him, "What did that man say after you said this?"

"He...he actually said that I was talking nonsense." said the man.

The brown-handed man whispered to the gray-handed man, "It looks like he won't be in any trouble at the moment."

The Gray Hands said "hmm" in a low voice, and then said to the person who had said "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different": "How did you answer?"

"I told him I wasn't talking nonsense," the man said.

Gray Hands still remembered that the man's voice had become a little hoarse when he said he was not talking nonsense. He was basically certain that the man did not use the language of that world when he said this, but he still asked: "Didn't he use the language of that world?"

"It's no use." the man replied.

Gray Hands remembered that after the man said that he did not say anything nonsense, he was silent for a while. He was curious about what happened during his silence, so he asked, "What happened after you said that?"

"He...he made the long scar on his body disappear." The man replied.

The Gray Hand asked, "Did you say anything?"

"He didn't speak right away," the man said.

"How did he react at that time?" the Gray Hand Man asked again.

"He...he stopped laughing and shook his head...sigh...sighed." The man replied.

"What about you? Did you say anything?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I didn't say it right away, until... until the scar disappeared and he came over and held my hands," the man said, "I had to speak." "What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I told him... to let him go!" said the man.

"In the language of that world?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," the man replied.

"Hearing you say this, I feel like it seems like you find it hard to accept him touching your hand?" said the man with gray hands.

"Yes," the man said, "it's just...just unbearable."

"Why such a big reaction?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"His hands are the hands of the Blue Armor Man. The nails on both of his hands are...are blue." The man replied.

"Haven't you come into contact with the blue-armored man's hands before?" asked the gray-handed man.

"That was when they were torturing or killing the blue-armored people." The man said, "That...that's different."

"They are all touching the hands with blue nails, what's the difference?" asked the man with gray hands again.

"When I touched the hands of the blue-armored man this time, the other party... the other party meant... to make me feel something on purpose." The man said, "I hate this feeling! It's really... really unbearable. All of this was not controlled by me, but... by him. My hands just... just like that... at that time... touched the hands of a person with ten blue nails. I was passive and had no choice. But when I abused or killed the blue-armored people... it was different... I took the initiative to touch their hands... and... there was another difference... that is, not long after I touched the hands of the blue-armored people who I abused and killed, those blue-armored people were no longer alive. In other words... the hands of the blue-armored people I took the initiative to touch were the hands of dying blue-armored people."

(End of this chapter)