Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6311 (Six Thousand Three Hundred and Eleven)

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "At that time, it seemed difficult to be like it is now."

"It's just different?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, it is indeed different." said the man with brown hands.

"So there's no need to mention whether to change it or not." said the man with gray hands.

"Okay, since you don't want to mention it, then don't mention it." The man with brown hands said with a smile.

"Why are you laughing?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm just laughing normally and naturally, not sarcastically," said the man with brown hands.

"Well, it's not a sneer." The Gray Hand Man laughed.

"So what's the nature of your smile now?" asked the man with brown hands.

"That's natural," said the man with gray hands.

"The sound is very nice." The brown-handed man said with a smile.

"My laughter? Nice?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The brown-handed man laughed, "Not only is the laugh nice, the voice is nice too."

"Are you kidding me?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Why do you think so?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "How can my voice be nice?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Whether it sounds good or not, it can't just depend on what you think, right? Others can hear it too."

The Gray Hand asked, "Others, who?"

"Anyone can do it. Anyone who listens except you will count." said the man with brown hands.

“Others also say it’s not nice.” said the man with gray hands.

"Don't worry about it. What I said sounded nice anyway." said the man with brown hands.

"You?" The Gray Hand Man paused and said, "You are not someone else."

The brown-handed man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who do you think I am?"

"One of our own." The man with gray hands said with a smile.

The Brown Hand Man had never heard anyone say this before, and he couldn't help laughing. The Gray Hand Man asked, "Am I right?"

"Yes." The brown-handed man smiled, "Yes."

“You said ‘right’ twice.” The man with gray hands laughed.

"The second time is for confirmation." said the man with brown hands.

“Do you still need to confirm in front of me?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, “No need.”

The Gray Hand Man laughed and said, "Don't you need to confirm it? Did you think I was the Lord?"

"I also thought of using the Lord." said the man with brown hands.

"Ah? You didn't really think I was the Lord in a trance?" asked the man with gray hands.

"No, and not in a trance either," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man asked the Brown Hand Man, "Then why did you say the second time was confirmation?"

“Actually, I didn’t know why I said it twice. In the past, when I said it twice, the second time usually meant confirmation, so this time I didn’t think about it and just said the second time was confirmation.” said the brown-handed man.

"You said it without thinking it through?" the Gray Hand asked, "Are you in a trance?"

"I wasn't in a trance." The brown-handed man said, "I was immersed in the previous conversation at that time, that's true."

"Immersed in some conversation?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's a conversation about 'our own people'." said the brown-handed man.

"Immersed? This can immerse you too?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Can't it immerse you?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I didn't think that much." said the man with gray hands.

"Think about it for a moment." The brown-handed man said with a smile.

"Think about what you said about 'our own people'?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, if it's hard for you to imagine it, just listen to me and I'll help you create the conditions for imagination." The brown-handed man said, "You are one of us."

The Gray Hand Man felt that this was indeed very special and said, "Oh... I see... Yes."

(End of this chapter)