Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7392 (Seven Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Two) in My...

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Even now, I still feel that you don't really want to admit it."

The brown-handed man said, "I've already admitted it, so don't worry about whether I want to admit it or not."

The gray-handed man said, "Well, that's fine, since it's already like this. So tell me which six words you came up with."

“You should tell us,” the brown-handed man said with a smile.

"Oh? After admitting it, you don't plan to say it again?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Isn't that more normal?"

The gray-handed man asked, "Normal?"

“Yes, you said those two words, ‘six characters,’” the brown-handed man said.

"Just because I said those two words, do I have to say six?" the Gray-Handed Man asked.

“That’s how I see it,” the Brown-Handed Man laughed.

"What do I think?" the gray-handed man asked.

“You know that,” the brown-handed man said with a smile.

The gray-handed man said, "You think I know what that means?"

“It’s exactly what it sounds like, no need to overthink it. Of course, you know what I mean,” the brown-handed man laughed.

“Yes, I know that, but you know it too,” the gray-handed man chuckled.

The man with the brown hand said, "You're just saying it so directly and I already know? Do you have any evidence?"

“There’s evidence,” the gray-handed man laughed.

"There's actually a basis for this?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” said the gray-handed man.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "I'd like to hear what kind of basis you've come up with."

"Fabricated? What are you thinking?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man said, "What else could it be but a fabrication?"

“It’s a narrative,” said the gray-handed man. The brown-handed man laughed, “A narrative? As if what you’re about to say is the truth.”

Grayhand said, "It's the truth, isn't it?"

The brown-handed man said, "What facts? Speak plainly."

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "We've talked about this before."

"This is it?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes, that’s true,” said the gray-handed man.

"How do you know?" the brown-handed man asked.

"How do you mean to be sure?" the gray-handed man said. "I'll only say it's true if I'm already sure in my heart."

“I’m talking about how I’m sure,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

The gray-handed man said, "Once I tell you, you'll be sure."

“Yes, isn’t this a roundabout way of saying it?” the brown-handed man laughed. “Just say it.”

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Judging from your smug tone, I suddenly have a feeling that I've fallen into a trap?"

The man with the brown hands said, "How did you fall into a trap? You can only talk about falling into a trap if someone devised one, right? I didn't devise anything, so what are you talking about falling into a trap for?"

The gray-handed man smiled and said deliberately, "Who knows if you have a design or not?"

The man with the brown hand said, "You actually doubt my design? What was the purpose of my design?"

Grayhand said, "Judging from the current situation, your goal is to make me say those six words."

“That’s unnecessary,” the brown-handed man laughed. “I didn’t design that.”

“Okay, you didn’t plan it,” the gray-handed man laughed, “but I still think I’ve fallen for it.”

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "That's how you feel. You think you've fallen for their trap. Of course, I feel the same way now... haha, I also think you've fallen for their trap."

"Is what you're saying implying that you actually orchestrated this yourself?" Grayhand asked.

“Not really,” the brown-handed man chuckled. “I just think you seem to have fallen for a trap, not that you actually have. Of course, I didn’t set anything up, you don’t disbelieve me, do you?”