Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6137 (Six Thousand One Hundred and Thirty Seven) White Change

"Why do you think this is so important?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "Because you just said 'OK'."

"What does what I just said have to do with whether it's crucial or not?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Of course it is related." The brown-handed man said, "In fact, you are the key."

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "You are stuck in a certain pattern, and you really have been stuck in it all the time."

"Have you ever been out?" asked the man with brown hands.

"What do you think?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't think you've ever come out." The brown-handed man said, "Since you entered a certain mode, it's like you fell into a well and haven't come out for so long."

"Well?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Forget it, if it's not a well, then what should I say? Oh, I see, a pit." The brown-handed man said, "Since you entered a certain mode, it's like you fell into a pit and you haven't come out for so long."

"How did it become a pit again?" Gray Hand Man laughed, "A pit is different from a well."

"If they are the same, then all my changes would be in vain," asked the brown-handed man.

"Now the changes are in vain, aren't they?" asked the man with gray hands.

"You've already said it's different, so the change is not in vain." said the man with brown hands.

"Why does it have to be different?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "We have talked about the topic of 'well' before, right?"

"I did." The Gray Hand said, "I understand."

"Let me tell you myself. Actually, I feel that if there really is a well, we will fall into it and won't be able to get out." The brown-handed man smiled, "That's what I said just now."

The Gray Hand said, "I remember that. I thought of that, too."

"Even if I don't repeat what I said before, you know it." The brown-handed man said, "right?"

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Just talk about the pit, you are now in the pit." said the man with brown hands.

"You're talking as if you're not from the pit." The gray-handed man laughed. The brown-handed man said, "It's not bad to be in the pit."

"You didn't come out anyway." said the man with gray hands.

"Anyway, you didn't come out." said the man with brown hands.

"How big is this pit?" asked the Gray Hand Man with a smile.

"Who cares how big it is!" laughed the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "Yes, no matter how big it is, it must be deep."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "So it's hard for you to come out."

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "You can't come out because you don't want to come out."

"Well, I don't want to come out, so it doesn't seem to matter how deep the pit is, don't you think?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "I think what you said makes sense."

"What's the point of this?" the Brown Hand asked. "You say anything I say makes sense. Oh, yes, you are stuck in a pattern. You are stuck in a pit."

The Gray Hand Man said, "It makes sense, and I can explain it."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Why don't you say something? If it makes sense, why don't you say it?"

"I haven't told you yet, have I?" The Gray Hand Man smiled deliberately, "Are you anxious?"

"Why should I be in such a hurry?" said the brown-handed man. "You are the one who should speak."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Oh, it seems like you don't really want to hear it."

The brown-handed man asked, "Who said that?"

"I guessed it." The man with gray hands laughed.

"You also said that you were just guessing." The brown-handed man said with a deliberate smile.

"Well, my guess may not be correct." said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)