Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7167 (Seven Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-Seven) You Stuff

"I wonder if you have any way to put it back for me?" the brown-handed man said with a smile, deliberately.

The gray-handed man said, "You don't know?"

“You put it in, not me. How would I know if you have a way?” the brown-handed man asked.

"Does something so obvious really need to be thought about so carefully?" Grayhand asked.

“Yes, we need to think about many things carefully, even the most obvious ones,” the brown-handed man said with a smile.

The gray-handed man asked, "So, have you figured out the answer?"

“I can’t figure it out. You have to tell me before I know,” said the brown-handed man.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? Didn't you understand whether I had a way or not?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man said, "You've already asked me, how would I know?"

"I already asked you," the gray-handed man said. "What's the basis for your statement? Don't tell me you just made it up without any evidence."

The brown-handed man chuckled, "You just said, 'I can't take back what you've said,' right?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Do you think I'm asking you that?"

“That’s clearly a question,” the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man said, "He said it 'obviously,' as if it were the most natural thing in the world."

“See, I’ve made it sound so natural,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"Do you think that just because you say it so naturally proves that you really believe it?" the Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man smiled.

“You don’t answer, you just laugh,” the gray-handed man chuckled.

The brown-handed man said, "I don't need to answer anymore. Isn't my silence a form of answer for you?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "The answer you gave me is that what you say is not enough to prove that you really think so."

The brown-handed man laughed, "Yes." The gray-handed man said, "You don't really think so, so are you going to tell me now that what I said was clearly a question?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You can say that."

"Even now, you're still being stubborn," said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man said, "Anyway, you just said 'right?' so I'll take that as a question to me."

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Then why don't you hurry up and answer 'yes'?"

“I’m not going to answer ‘yes’,” the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man said, "Why didn't you mimic my tone just now?"

"Why would I imitate your tone of voice?" the brown-handed man said. "How about I imitate the tone of your sentence right now?"

“No need,” Grayhand laughed. “It’s not that line. Even if you’re imitating my tone, it has to be that line.”

The brown-handed man deliberately asked, "Which sentence?"

The gray-handed man chuckled, "I can't take back what you've said, can I?"

The brown-handed man said, "I don't need to imitate anymore."

"Why?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Because you've already finished imitating it yourself."

"What do you mean I've finished imitating?" Grayhand asked.

“You said that again, and your tone is just like last time! You imitated the tone you used just now, and you did it perfectly,” the brown-handed man laughed.

“I’m just repeating myself, telling you what I’m saying. How can that be considered imitating my own tone?” the gray-handed man asked.

“If you don’t think it counts, there’s nothing I can do,” the brown-handed man said.

"So what do you want?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.