Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5817 (five thousand eight hundred and seventeen) filled

The brown-handed man said, "It doesn't seem to make much difference whether I admit it or not, right?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled and said, "Is it because, whether you admit it or not, I still think you are?"

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "Then do you admit that I am a straw basket?"

"You acknowledge me, do you?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand said, "I admit that I am."

"I'm asking about myself." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man just laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "What if I admit that you are a straw basket filled with memories from before you were transformed?"

The Gray Hand said, "You know that's not what I meant by straw basket."

"Let me ask you, if I admit that you are a straw basket filled with many memories before you were transformed, will you admit that I am the straw basket I just mentioned?" The brown-handed man laughed.

"What kind of straw basket?" The Gray Hand Man said, "I understand it as a straw basket that holds a lot of memories from before I accepted the incarnation. Well, that's it. If you admit that I am, I will admit that you are, right? It's normal, right?"

"I'm talking about the straw basket I mentioned just now," said the man with brown hands.

"It's filled with a lot of straw baskets that contain memories of before transformation. This is what you just talked about." The man with gray hands said mischievously.

"The kind you mentioned first, that's the one I'm talking about," said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hands man asked again: "Which kind?"

"You're asking questions even though you already know the answer." said the man with brown hands.

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

"Then I'll assume you know it." said the brown-handed man.

"Is what you agree on the one I think?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I think so," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"If you don't tell me, how would I know what you feel?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You really want me to talk?" the brown-handed man asked. "I want to listen, but I can't control whether you say it or not." The gray-handed man laughed.

"Who said you can't control it?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I can't use anything on you." said the man with gray hands.

"Yeah, now you and I can't use it, but you want me to say it's very simple." said the brown-handed man.

"How can it be so simple?" asked the man with gray hands.

"All you need to do is say 'you say it now'," said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man asked again: "Is it really useful?"

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

So the Gray Hand Man immediately said, "You try it."

The brown-handed man said, "The straw basket I want to talk about is the straw basket you just mentioned when you said, 'I just feel that I talk too much nonsense and it can be put into a straw basket.' Do you admit that I am this kind of straw basket?"

The Gray Hand said, "You really recited it so seriously?"

"You really are trying to do this." The man with brown hands laughed.

The Gray Hand Man said, "You expected this again?"

"Of course." The Brown-Handed Man said with a smile, "It's to be expected. Otherwise, why should I repeat exactly what you said? Can't I just narrate it in my own words?"

The Gray Hands Man said again, "Of course."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you admit that I am that kind of straw basket?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Are you still thinking about this question?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"How could I have forgotten if you hadn't answered yet?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Even if I answer you, you won't forget it, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

"That's right." said the man with brown hands.

"Then it makes no difference whether I answer or not, right?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)