Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 6928 (Six Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty Eight)

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "So fast?"

The brown-handed man asked, "How fast?"

"That's what I just said. How can the time I spent talking be enough for you to think about it?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Will it take a long time?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man smiled at the Brown Hand Man and said, "Even if it doesn't take much time, isn't this too fast?"

The brown-handed man said, “I thought about it immediately after hearing it.”

"We are still talking." said the Gray Hand Man.

“So I didn’t think much about it.” The brown-handed man said, “I just thought about it very briefly.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, "How do you feel when you think about it?"

The brown-handed man said, “I don’t have any good feelings.”

"It's not that bad, is it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "That should be the case."

The Gray Hand Man smiled at the Brown Hand Man and said, "Should?"

"What I came up with is incomplete, so I don't know how I would feel if I thought it through completely." said the man with brown hands.

"Are they all fragments?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“If they were all fragments, the feeling might be clearer.” The brown-handed man laughed.

"If they are not all fragments, then what else is there?" said the man with gray hands.

“And some of them can’t even be considered fragments.” said the man with brown hands.

"What's that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It just flashed for a moment." said the man with brown hands.

"It's still a clip." The Gray Hand said, "Just a shorter clip."

The brown-handed man said, "But it didn't flash clearly." The gray-handed man said, "If it's not clear, does that mean it doesn't count as a fragment in your opinion?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Intertwined, very complicated."

“It still sounds like some fragments.” The Gray Hand Man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Let me put it this way. Imagine that a painting appeared, but the table in the painting was seen twenty days ago, the chair was seen nineteen days ago, and the wall was seen eighteen days ago... and the whole picture was not clear and did not appear completely on any one day. Can it still be called a relatively short clip?"

Gray Hand Man asked, "I still think it's possible."

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Well, let's call it a fragment."

The Gray Hand Man said to the Brown Hand Man, "Why don't you argue with me?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "If you don't want to lift it now, then don't lift it."

The man with the gray hand said, "When you want to lift it, you can lift it again and follow me."

The brown-handed man said to the gray-handed man, "You make me feel like a master."

"How did you come up with this idea?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Isn't that what it means to use the Lord? No matter how long ago something happened, whenever you remember it, you can bring it up with us and argue with us." The man with brown hands said with a smile.

The Gray Hand said, "How can that be true?"

"Isn't it?" said the brown-handed man, "I have seen it before."

"Do you think using the Lord like that is called arguing?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I understand what you mean." The brown-handed man said, "It would be better if the Lord was just arguing with me."

Gray Hand said, "Yes, it's not just you, it's the same with me. When the Lord talks about the past, sometimes the next thing is to punish us, isn't that right?"

The brown-handed man smiled at the gray-handed man and said, "Yes. It seems that I said it too easily. How can it be so easy to argue?"

The Gray Hand said, "Then let's not talk about the Lord. It seems inappropriate for me to mention him like that just now."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Why are you so cautious all of a sudden?"

The Gray Hand said, "That's how it should be. Why did I mention the Lord at that time?"