Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5827 (five thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven) billions

The Gray Hand Man said again, "Do I look serious to you?"

"I know you're being naughty even when you say that," said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man deliberately asked, "Then why did you ask me why I became so serious?"

"Can't you really hear it?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Guess." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Guess what?" the brown-handed man asked again.

The Gray Hand said, "You know."

"How do you know I know that?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"How long can we talk like this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"About tens of thousands of years." said the man with brown hands.

The man with gray hands was stunned when he heard what the man with brown hands said.

"What's the matter?" asked the brown-handed man, "Too little?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "Billions of years."

The brown-handed man said, "Are you really stunned because you think it's too little?"

"No," said the Gray Hand Man.

"You actually answered my question directly." said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Do you think I won't give you a direct answer this time?"

"That's not the case," said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said, "You must know why I said that."

"Billions of years?" asked the brown-handed man.

Gray Hand said, "Yes, but it is more than that."

"What else?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "You even know why I was stunned just now."

"I guessed that you would know this clearly." The brown-handed man said. The gray-handed man asked, "I know you guessed something else."

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "Including why you were stunned just now. If it was me who was stunned, you should be able to guess it."

The Gray Hand said, "Why, will you tell me?"

The brown-handed man asked, "What do you think?"

"That depends on whether you want to tell it or not." said the man with gray hands.

"That depends on whether you want me to tell you or not," said the man with brown hands.

"You won't listen to me even on this, will you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's what I planned," the Brown-Handed Man replied.

"Don't you think more about your own emotions?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Why should you think about this?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Think about it carefully. If you feel that speaking it out will cause some changes in your emotions, then don't force yourself to say it." said the man with gray hands.

"I won't force you," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Aren't you worried about the consequences of saying more?"

"I'm not worried at this moment." The brown-handed man said, "It's hard to say at other times."

The Gray Hand Man said again, "Do you still want to hear my opinion at this moment? My opinion on whether I want you to say something?"

"Think about it." The brown-handed man said, "You don't have to worry about anything."

"Is there really nothing to worry about?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "Let me put it this way. Whether you want me to say it or not, I actually want to say it. No matter what happened, my emotions have already appeared. Although I asked you why you were serious just now, I didn't think you were serious at all. I knew you were joking. But you actually asked me how long I could talk. At this time, I felt a sense of heaviness."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "I know."

“After I said ‘tens of thousands of years’, you also felt the heaviness, right?” asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "You're not going to ask for my opinion anymore?"

"I'm asking you now, tell me your opinion, do you want to hear it?" asked the man with brown hands.

(End of this chapter)