Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5750 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty) Inducing Wind
Gray Hand Man said, "If it was before, when we talked about 'state of mind', how likely is it that we didn't think of the purpose that someone asked us to achieve?"

"Even thinking about my own state of mind is unlikely." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "This kind of purity is really good. I am a little reluctant to leave."

"Nostalgia?" The man with brown hands clearly understood what the man with gray hands meant but he still said this.

"You understand." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "I know you know I understand. Is it really as you and I think it is now?"

"I don't know." The Gray Hand Man said, "Even if it's not, how long can this situation last?"

The brown-handed man said, "I feel like it's unlikely that you and I will ever be able to go back to the way we were before."

"I think so too," said the Gray Hand Man, "but what will happen if we don't change back to the way we were before?"

"I know you don't want to talk about this." said the brown-handed man.

"Yes. I don't want to say it." The Gray Hand Man said, "But if I don't say it now, when can I say it again?"

"I don't know if I can continue talking later." said the man with brown hands.

"I hope I can keep talking." said the Gray Hand Man.

"When will it be?" said the Brown Hand. "Will it be like this forever?"

The Gray Hands said in a joking tone, "Aren't you worried that we'll waste time talking all the time?"

"You can still make a joke at this time." said the man with brown hands.

"Don't you want to hear it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I want to hear it," said the Brown-Handed Man. "I want to hear such jokes so much that I want to hear them all the time."

The Gray Hand Man said, "What if you can really do it?"

"Do you really think so, or are you just saying it nicely?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I guess I'm just saying it in a nice way." The man with gray hands said, "otherwise, what else can I say?" "It seems that you are also quite determined that the time we can continue talking like this is limited?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Determined?" said the Gray Hand Man, "Don't think so."

"Let me stop thinking like that, can you do it yourself?" asked the brown-handed man with a smile.

"Not yet." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "It's been such a long time, and the wind hasn't appeared again."

"I guess it will appear again in a while. If I hear the sound of the wind again, my feeling may be different from before." said the man with gray hands.

"Why?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Because I heard what you just said." said the man with gray hands.

"What did you hear from me?" asked the man with brown hands.

“That’s what you said about Nature,” said the Gray-Handed Man.

“But the feeling this wind gives us is different from the feeling the wind in nature gives us.” said the man with brown hands.

"It's different." The Gray Hand said, "I wonder, will I ever be able to hear the sound of nature's wind again?"

"I would like to 'draw the wind' for you to hear." said the brown-handed man.

"I think you know very well what special skills are needed to 'draw the wind' for me in such an environment," said the man with gray hands.

"It is clear." The brown-handed man said, "I said this very clearly."

The Gray Hand Man said, "You 'draw the wind', you suffer great pain, and then turn into ashes. Do you think it's possible not to stop you from doing this?"

"I know you really want to hear the sound of nature's wind." The brown-handed man said, "Just because you want to hear it, I can do this."

(End of this chapter)