Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7297 (Seven Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Seven) Stopping the Laughter

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Why are you bringing this up?"

The gray-handed man said, "You clearly thought of four, mentioned two, and there are still two left. Why did you only choose one of the two to talk about?"

The brown-handed man chuckled, “After all, the question I asked you before was when you planned to ask it. You said you’d ask it ‘now’ or ‘in a little while,’ and both of those are achievable. Asking it in the future, which is even further into the future, is also achievable. All three are about the present or the future. But ‘the past’ is different. How can you ask it in the past? That’s why my jokes are effective when I use the past as an example. I said ‘thankfully you didn’t mention the past’ because asking it in the past is impossible.”

Gray Hand laughed, "Haha! You're explaining this so seriously?"

“Since you asked, I’ll explain. And if I’m going to explain, I’ll explain it properly. My attitude is good,” the brown-handed man laughed.

The gray-handed man said, "Understood."

"Got it? Do you understand?" the brown-handed man asked.

“I understand now,” the gray-handed man laughed. “You don’t think I didn’t understand, do you?”

"Why are you still laughing?" the brown-handed man asked.

“I’ve been laughing the whole time, so there’s no need to stop laughing just to say something, is there?” the gray-handed man laughed. “Why don’t you give me one?”

"What are you giving us?" the brown-handed man asked.

"It's for stopping laughter," the gray-handed man said.

"Medicines?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” the gray-handed man joked, “what else could it be if not a pill?”

“Rice,” the brown-handed man laughed. “Even a single grain of rice will do.”

"How can a single grain of rice achieve the desired result?" the gray-handed man asked.

"Isn't the goal to stop the laughter?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” the gray-handed man laughed.

“Even a single grain of rice might not be unable to stop the laughter,” said the brown-handed man.

"What kind of rice?" the gray-handed man asked. "That's a very reasonable question," the brown-handed man laughed.

“That makes sense,” Grayhand laughed. “I think so too.”

"Aren't you going to be a little modest?" the brown-handed man asked.

“There’s no need,” Grayhand laughed. “That’s just how I see it, and it’s reasonable. Since you’ve already said it’s reasonable, how can I be modest? Should I tell you ‘no, no’? But if I really said that, it would be like denying your judgment. It’s better to just say frankly that I think so too.”

“Yes,” said the brown-handed man. “What kind of rice did you think of when you asked ‘what kind of rice’?” the brown-handed man asked.

"I thought of the rice that had been enchanted," the gray-handed man laughed.

The brown-handed man said, "Just as I thought."

“I didn’t just think of that,” Grayhand laughed.

"What else came to mind?" the brown-handed man asked.

“That grain of rice is no ordinary rice,” the gray-handed man laughed.

"What kind of rice is that?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Any kind of rice is possible,” the gray-handed man laughed.

"For example, created using magic?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

“Yes, what you said is somewhat similar to what I was thinking,” the gray-handed man laughed. “Think about it, if a grain of rice is created with magic, it might have special functions.”

"We've gotten all this way off?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Yes. Do you think I went too far?" the gray-handed man asked.

“No, I think it’s a very reasonable argument,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"Haha! So, no matter what, if it's something I came up with, you'll think it's reasonable?" Grayhand asked.