Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5811 (five thousand eight hundred and eleven) laughs again

The Gray Hand Man said, "Well, if you don't think there's a problem with that, I'll keep saying this."

The brown-handed man said, "I am willing to listen to it all the way."

The Gray Hands Man said again, "I'll just tell you what happened just now. Will you be annoyed if I tell you directly?"

"No, you say." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said, "Just now I asked you why you didn't say it. If you had said it, you would probably have repeated what I said afterwards, 'It doesn't mean it's just an ordinary wind.' Once you repeat it, you will think of 'recite', as if you were reciting my words. This is the specific reason why you didn't say it."

"Well, it's very detailed this time." said the brown-handed man.

"Don't you think it's abnormal for me to keep talking about this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I don’t think so,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Is there any need to ask?" asked the man with brown hands.

"What kind of atmosphere are you trying to create?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes," said the Brown-Handed Man, "I sense you want to laugh."

"I can sense that you want to laugh." said the man with gray hands.

"I can only say that your feeling is correct." said the man with brown hands.

"Your feeling is correct." said the Gray Hand Man.

"At this moment, the atmosphere has been created." said the man with brown hands.

"You made it." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Without your participation, how can I create the atmosphere by myself?" said the brown-handed man.

"Of course you can. Every person has his own way of creating atmosphere." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said again, "Then you make it for me by yourself."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Just because you can make it by yourself doesn't mean I can do it too."

The brown-handed man said, "Have you entered a certain mode again?"

The Gray Hand said, "I knew you were going to say this before you even said it."

"So am I right or wrong?" asked the brown-handed man.

The gray-handed man said, "I won't answer." "Why not?" The brown-handed man laughed, "Don't you dare?"

“I don’t want to say you’re wrong.” The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"Then just say that what I said is right." said the man with brown hands.

“I wouldn’t say that either,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"What's the matter with that?" asked the Brown Hand.

"Isn't that the same as me admitting it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"What did you admit?" the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

Gray Hand said: "Admit that you have entered a certain mode."

The brown-handed man said, "It seems you don't want to admit it."

"If it were you, would you want to admit it?" asked the man with gray hands.

The man with brown hands smiled but said nothing.

"Laughing again." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Aren't you smiling too?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Is my smile the same as yours?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It's the same." The brown-handed man said, "Do you think I'm right?"

"You do it again!" said the Gray Hand Man.

"Answer it." said the man with brown hands.

"What do you want to hear my answer?" the Gray Hand Man asked deliberately.

"Just answer me. I will hear whatever you answer." The Brown-Handed Man said, "Isn't this natural? Why do you ask me what I want to hear?"

"Haha..." said the Gray Hand Man, "You come again."

"What's wrong with me?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"You've done it more than once," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Yeah, for people like us, in this environment, don't we have to repeat ourselves often?" said the brown-handed man. "Repetition is normal, don't you think?"

(End of this chapter)