Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5764 (five thousand seven hundred and sixty-four) yellowish

The Gray Hand thought for a moment and said, "I feel the same way. Even though it's just a superficial feeling, I still believe it."

The brown-handed man said, "Have you noticed that when you and I both believe in something, we are often right."

"It seems so." The Gray Hand Man said, "So we should believe it?"

"There's nothing wrong with believing it now," said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "It seems that the speed of change is even faster?"

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "It's getting closer and closer to brown, and it's quite obvious."

"It looks like it'll turn brown soon," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said again: "It seems to have changed again?"

"Suddenly it's not as fast as before?" said the man with gray hands.

"Slowing down again," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Is the speed of this change fast and slow?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I think so. The next time it speeds up, it should turn into the same brown color as its left and right wings, right?" said the brown-handed man.

"It's very possible." The Gray Hand said, "If we speed up again, we should be able to unify the colors."

The brown-handed man said, "The colors of the left and right wings seem to be changing as well?"

"It just changed." The Gray Hand Man said, "This has never happened before."

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "It seems to have turned yellow this time?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's getting more and more yellow."

The brown-handed man said, "If this continues, even if the 'bamboo shoot' in the middle turns brown, it won't be able to match the color of the 'wings' on the left and right?"

"If this continues, it will probably be just as you said." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "But if it doesn't go on like this, maybe they can still be consistent." "You always think that their colors will be consistent. I think so too. In fact, I don't know why I think so." The gray-handed man said, "Why must they be consistent?"

"Now that you mention it, it does make sense." The brown-handed man said, "Why do they have to be consistent? Don't we all think that if they are consistent, there is a high probability that some specific changes will occur?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "It seems you are right."

"What kind of changes are you thinking of?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man added: "What I thought was that if they were the same color, they would immediately fit together and become a bird that could fly."

The brown-handed man said, "Even this is what you and I think."

“But thinking about the current situation, it seems a bit funny.” said the man with gray hands.

"Why?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"What does the one in the middle look like now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Bamboo shoots." said the man with brown hands.

"A bamboo shoot with wings added to it, flying?" said the Gray Hand Man. "I find it funny when I think about it."

"Haha..." said the brown-handed man, "Now that you mention it, I also find it a little funny. But if the 'bamboo shoot' had wings, it would suddenly become a bird and fly, which would seem much more normal."

The Gray Hand Man said, "That's right, but I kept thinking of the bamboo shoots flying."

The brown-handed man said, "Thinking this way makes me happier."

"It would be precious if you and I could be happy in our current situation," said the man with gray hands.

"Happiness is extremely precious." said the man with brown hands.

"Why do you and I think this way now?" the man with gray hands asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)