Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5788 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighty-Eight)

"I'm not trying to flatter you. Besides, it's normal to have no surface feelings at this time." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said, "Okay, when I don't feel anything, it's normal, but when you don't feel anything, it's another situation."

Just then, the Gray Hand Man saw that the gauze changed color again.

"The brown yarn has changed again!" said the man with gray hands.

"Has it turned back into green gauze?" asked the man with brown hands.

"No." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked, "How did it change?"

"Its color has changed a little bit to more yellow, but only a little bit. It's still brown," said the Gray Hand Man.

"If it continues to change in this trend, it might turn into yellow gauze, right?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I don't know." said the Gray Hand Man.

"No feeling?" asked the brown-handed man.

“I don’t feel that it will turn into yellow gauze, but I have another feeling,” said the man with gray hands.

"What?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"It will definitely change again and will not remain in its current state." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man added, “This is also a very important feeling.”

"Is it important?" The Gray Hand Man asked in a somewhat mischievous tone.

"Have you entered some mode again?" the brown-handed man said in a naughty tone.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Have you entered again?"

"Does this even count as me going to enter again?" said the brown-handed man. "Isn't it?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "You and I look alike, don't we?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "This is quite fun."

"I think it's fun too." said the man with gray hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Gray Hand Man saw the change in the yarn and quickly said, "It has changed again."

"Has it turned into yellow gauze?" asked the man with brown hands.

"No." The Gray Hand Man said, "It has changed back again."

"The original brown?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand. "I see that this brown is the same as the brown just now."

The brown-handed man asked, "Can you feel whether it will turn yellow in a moment?"

Gray Hand Man replied: "Still can't feel it, not even on the surface."

The brown-handed man said, "It doesn't matter if it's not there. Maybe it will be there soon. Can you still feel that its color will change soon?"

"That's right," said the Gray Hand Man, "but I still can't tell what color it will turn into."

The Brown-Handed Man said, “I suddenly had a feeling.”

"What?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"My feeling is almost the same as nothing. It may be nonsense to say it out loud." The brown-handed man said, "I feel that this brown yarn may turn a little yellow again in a while, just like it did just now."

"How can this be nonsense?" said the Gray Hand Man, "You clearly felt it."

The brown-handed man said again, "I feel it. It might be nonsense to say it out loud. Even if it turns a little yellow again, it is not completely yellow like it was just now."

"No matter how it changes, you can feel it in advance, and that's useful." said the man with gray hands.

"It's possible that my feeling is not accurate at all." The brown-handed man said, "If it is not accurate, there is not much point in feeling it."

"Why are we talking about this again? It seems like we have discussed a similar topic before?" said the man with gray hands.

“We have discussed it a little bit,” said the brown-handed man.

"I think your feeling is quite accurate now." said the Gray Hand Man. "Why, do you have a new feeling?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"Yes." Gray Hand Man replied, "It just appeared. The new feeling is that your previous feeling should be accurate. Don't you think this is pretty useless?"

"This?" said the brown-handed man. "It won't be useless."

"Why wouldn't it be useless?" the man with gray hands asked mischievously.

"Provided information." said the brown-handed man.

"Don't your senses provide information?" Gray Hand said, "But sometimes you still say it's useless."

"Mine may not be accurate." The brown-handed man laughed.

"Can you guarantee that this is accurate?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "I can't guarantee it. I don't want to say anything absolute."

"Even if you want to say something absolutely, you can't guarantee it, right?" The man with gray hands said deliberately.

"You..." said the man with brown hands.

"What?" the Gray Hand said in a playful tone, "What's wrong with me?"

The Brown-Handed Man suddenly became serious and said, "I really hope we can keep playing like this."

After hearing this, the Gray Hand Man also became serious and said, "Yes, I hope so too."

At this time, the Gray Hand Man wanted to say something cheerful, so he said, "Look, we just vomited out those two, but nothing happened as we imagined, right?"

"Yes." said the brown-handed man, "What does that prove?"

“It proves that some things are different from what we imagined.” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Are you trying to be optimistic to me?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether it was intentional or not." said the man with gray hands.

"It's okay. I know you said that on purpose to make me happy, right?" said the brown-handed man.

"Yes," the Gray Hands man replied, "It doesn't matter if it is."

"But in fact, you haven't completely let it go in your heart." The brown-handed man said, "Am I right?"

The Gray Hand said, "You and I are in similar situations most of the time, and you always understand my situation very well."

The brown-handed man said, "I can't let go of the issue of time even if I keep playing around."

The Gray Hand Man said, "The topic we just talked about."

"Yes, but have you let go of what I said?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The man with gray hands was stunned.

"I understand." said the man with brown hands.

"I don't want to let it go." said the man with gray hands.

"You're not very optimistic at the moment, are you?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "Now many things seem to be stuck. Are you not so optimistic?"

The brown-handed man said again, "Yes. I found that you and I are in waves, and even our optimism and pessimism are almost at the same time."

"To use the words just now, it is consistent again." said the man with gray hands.

"That's a pretty good consensus," said the Brown-Handed Man. "That's probably one of the more optimistic things I've said recently."

"That's right." The Gray Hand said, "That's one of the more optimistic things I've said recently."

The brown-handed man deliberately joked, "Are you 'reciting' again?"

"Well, 'recited'." Gray Hand Man said, "I hope I can always 'recite' your words and speak them out. Of course, you also 'recite' my words."

"I hope so too." The brown-handed man said, "If you and I can continue to 'recite' to each other, it means the direction of the development of the situation is not bad, so good that I dare not even think about it."

(End of this chapter)