Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5913 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred Thirteen) Dry Leaf

The Gray Hand Man said, "It seems quite funny."

The brown-handed man said, "You laughed out loud yourself. I heard it."

"Then let's laugh together," said the Gray Hand Man, "We can laugh a little longer."

The Brown-Handed Man said, “Every time you say something about time, I feel like I’m being poked by something.”

The Gray Hand said, "Then I will no longer say words related to time?"

"It's very difficult to do." The brown-handed man said, "It's so tiring."

"If you really don't want to hear it, I can definitely do that," said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man smiled again and said, "When did I say I didn't want to hear it?"

The Gray Hand Man asked, "So do you want to hear it or not?"

"I hope you will go with the flow. When you want to say something about time, don't keep it to yourself just because I don't want you to hear it. When you don't want to say something about time, don't say it just because I want to hear it," said the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "You just let it go, right?"

"What do you mean?" asked the man with brown hands.

"My meaning?" said the Gray Hand Man. "Does it depend on my opinion whether you want to let things take their own course?"

The Brown-Handed Man said, "If you tell me what you want, I will do it."

"Why should you do as I say?" the Gray Hand Man laughed.

"I don't know. I just want to make sure that everything I do in the future is in line with your wishes." said the man with brown hands.

"Just make it what you want." said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man said, "My meaning is in accordance with your meaning."

The Gray Hand said, "What I mean is that you should do as you wish and let nature take its course."

"It seems that as long as you and I let nature take its course, we can both satisfy our own and the other party's wishes." said the man with brown hands.

"That's good," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man added, “I think it’s good too.”

The man with gray hands said, "Listen, there seems to be a sound." "That person?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, it seems to be coming from that person's abdomen." said the man with gray hands.

"It's neither the sound of wind nor the sound of rain." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "It's different from the sound just now. It sounds like the sound of leaves."

"Dry leaves." said the man with brown hands.

"Yes, it's the kind of leaves that are very dry." said the man with gray hands.

"I feel like I see dry leaves." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"As if? That means I didn't really see it." Gray Hand said, "I just thought about it."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, could it be because of the color that I thought of dried leaves?"

"What color do you think the dried leaves are?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Some are green, some are yellowish, and some are brown." said the man with brown hands.

"It has something to do with the color that just appeared." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes." The Brown-Handed Man said, "But they may not really be related in that sense. I just connected them when I thought about it."

"I understand." said the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel like that sound is like dry leaves rubbing against each other," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand said, "Very similar. There are a lot of dry leaves. I feel like there are more and more dry leaves."

The brown-handed man said, “That person didn’t seem to have any other reaction.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's still the same as before."

"Do you think it's dangerous?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“I didn’t think it was dangerous.” The Gray Hand Man said, “I don’t know if it’s because I’m not that nervous at the moment.”

(End of this chapter)