Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7346 (Seven Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Six) ​​Fully Unveiled

"Don't you have any special feelings about mentioning the user right now?" Grayhand asked.

“I still have some special feelings, but I didn’t experience any reactions I didn’t want,” the brown-handed man said.

"So, is the special feeling you're experiencing what you wanted?" the gray-handed man chuckled. "I was just asking out of curiosity."

“It’s not what I want either,” said the Brown-Handed Man. “Let me be clear: this feeling is neither what I want nor what I don’t want.”

The gray-handed man chuckled, "But have you considered how others might react after you say that?"

“Others? Who?” the brown-handed man said. “Don’t tell me you’re talking about that person.”

The gray-handed man laughed, "Hehe, you're doing this on purpose again."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "I admit I did it on purpose again. But do you want to tell me who this 'other person' you were talking about is?"

The gray-handed man jokingly said, "'Others' is the master."

The brown-handed man smiled.

"What's wrong?" Grayhand asked.

"Where is the master?" the brown-handed man asked. "There is no master here, is there?"

"Who said there isn't?" the gray-handed man said deliberately.

"Are you trying to scare me?" the brown-handed man said. "Let me put it this way, I'm not afraid now. After all, I've already vomited that out, and my mindset is very different from before. Right now, I consider myself quite bold on this issue."

“I know you’re pretty brave. Why do you think I’m trying to scare you?” the gray-handed man asked.

“I don’t think so, I’m just asking if you’re trying to scare me,” the Brown-Handed Man said.

"Can't I ask a question with an answer already in mind?" Grayhand asked.

“Sure,” the brown-handed man laughed. “Then I’ll pretend you didn’t ask. But after I told you, ‘There’s no Master here, right?’ you replied, ‘Who said there isn’t?’ Now please tell me where the Master is.”

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "It's with you."

"What are you talking about?" the brown-handed man asked.

“I didn’t finish my sentence,” said the gray-handed man.

"Are you still planning to finish your sentence?" the brown-handed man asked. The gray-handed man laughed, "Of course I am, otherwise how can it be clear?"

“Then you speak,” said the brown-handed man.

“In your words,” said the gray-handed man.

"what?"

"Are you shocked?" the gray-handed man asked with a smile.

The brown-handed man said, "You must be joking."

"I suppose so," the gray-handed man chuckled.

“But you’re not going to keep your jokes going,” the brown-handed man laughed.

"Why is it fully open?" the gray-handed man asked.

“You say that the Lord is in my words, as if the Lord is only in my own words,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

"What's the reality?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "The master is also in your words."

"Oh, how should I put it?" the gray-handed man asked.

The man with the brown hand said, “You can say that the Lord is in our words.”

"Okay, got it," the gray-handed man laughed. "You didn't get a chance to speak."

"Should we divide it up?" the brown-handed man laughed. "How do you mean to divide it up?"

The gray-handed man said, “That is to say, the Lord is in your words and also in mine.”

"Aren't you tired?" the brown-handed man asked.

"Not tired," Grayhand laughed. "But you didn't say that, which is quite nice."

“Although it’s not tiring to talk about things separately, you’d rather hear me say ‘we’ than talk about things separately?” the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” the gray-handed man laughed, “You didn’t think of separating us before, did you?”