Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4740 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty) Cunning
"He... actually said... that I finally admitted it... but... it's too late... it's of no use." said the man.

"You're definitely not going to admit what he said?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Of course I didn't want to, so...so I just said it directly...I didn't admit it." said the man.

"What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He said... don't be in a hurry... just refill the attack sac... it doesn't matter whether I admit it or not." said the man.

"What did you say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I didn't say anything." The man said, "I was worried... that he would soon... attack me again."

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then he...he told me...I finally know when not to talk...I should stop talking nonsense...The next step will make me know...when to talk...I must speak." said the man.

"And you?" the Gray Hand asked, "are you speaking at this time?"

"No." said the man.

"And what happened to him?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He also said... it's a pity that I... I obeyed too late... if I had obeyed earlier... I wouldn't be in this situation now." The man said, "After saying this, he burst into laughter again."

"You still haven't spoken?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Still not saying." said the man.

"What happened then?" the Gray Hand Man asked again.

"Then he asked me to speak for myself...if I knew why my heart... was...black." said the man.

"What's your reaction?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I said...it's not black." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Where's he?"

"He said... I actually refused to admit it even at this time... I was so stubborn... He asked me if I had ever seen what color my heart was." said the man.

"Did you answer?" the Gray Hand asked. "I said I don't need to see... I just know." the man said.

"What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He said I hadn't seen it... he just said it casually... but he... had seen the color of my heart." The man said, "He said it was black."

"What do you think after hearing this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told myself silently...he said that...just to insult me," the man said.

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

"Yes," the man said, "I asked him if he had ever seen... what color his own heart was."

"Did he answer?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He said... he was talking about me now... not about him." The man said, "He said I shouldn't think... that I could just say something cunning to him... He said that even when a fool is cunning... he is still a fool."

"What about you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I say...how does he know that I can't see the color of his heart?" said the man.

"How did he react?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He said that I, a fool, am still being stupid." said the man.

"How are you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told him...he actually doesn't even dare to look at the color of his own heart." said the man.

"What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand.

"He said the one he didn't dare look at... was me." said the man.

"I...I said that what he...says...often doesn't make sense." said the man.

"How did he react?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)