Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5098 (Five Thousand and Ninety-Eight) Red Mist
"I also want to try what it feels like if I keep getting along with you like this for a long time." said the man with gray hands.

"Then do we have to fight to survive to do that?" said the brown-handed man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man said, "But I don't know what he would think of our situation today."

"Timeout?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I just thought that we have obtained so much important information for him, and the overtime issue doesn't seem to result in us being punished. But then I felt differently. Now I think that even if we can bring him more important information, he will most likely seize the issue of time." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "I feel the same way."

The Gray Hand said, "Just now I thought of the idea of ​​throwing away everything, which might have something to do with this feeling."

The Brown-Handed Man said, "That's probably true of me, too."

The Gray Hand Man suddenly pointed at the Tree Bead and said to the Brown Hand Man, "Look!"

The brown-handed man had actually already noticed the changes in the tree bead and said, "The tree bead is completely covered with a layer of red mist."

“Yes, that layer of mist came out from the tree beads.” said the man with gray hands.

"I can see that," said the brown-handed man. "That's exactly what happened."

The Gray Hand Man said, "That red mist looks like smoke and haze, very beautiful."

The brown-handed man said, “You actually said such a thing.”

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either." The Gray Hand Man said, "Let me try to see if he can hear me first."

"Okay." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said to the man, "You can hear what I say now, right?"

In fact, when the Gray Hand said this, he didn't think that the other person could hear what he said, but his tone of voice still had a hint of affirmation. The reason was that he actually hoped that the facts would be as he thought, and he hoped that the other person could respond to his culture.

However, the man still looked at the same position, without responding or changing anything. The Gray Hand asked the man again: "Still can't hear?"

The man still said nothing.

"Red light, red fog, did you see it?" The man with gray hands said unwillingly.

The brown-handed man said, "Look at his expression, it seems like he can't hear you."

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later. Just wait."

"Let's continue with the topic we were just talking about." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said, "You just said that I actually said such a thing. Actually, I didn't expect it."

The brown-handed man said, “People like us usually just observe functions and rarely say whether something looks good or not.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "That layer of red fog reminds me of smoky clouds. I don't know why, but we don't seem to see smoky clouds very often, right?"

The brown-handed man said, "As far as I can remember, very few."

The Gray Hand said, "But why do I have such a deep impression?"

The brown-handed man said, "Actually, I have some impression of it, too. Especially after listening to you, I feel like I had some important experience on that day when I saw the mist."

"You feel the same way?" Gray Hand said, "I feel the same way. Could it be that we have the same experience?"

The brown-handed man said, "Could it be the day we transformed together?"

"No," said the Gray Hand Man, "We didn't see any smoke or haze that day. That's my impression."

(End of this chapter)