Chapter 4392 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Two) Change of Head
"For now...yes," he replied.
At this time, all the dead grass growing on the face of the human head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face disappeared. Of course, the blue-armored man on the dead grass also disappeared. At this moment, the left side of this man's face was the same as when he first came out of the underground, with only a handful of weeds painted on it.
"Even now, you still don't think the old man's plight is sad?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
The person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." At this time, the person still doesn't feel sad about that person, and still feels that he is nothing compared to other people in blue armor. Lucky, because at least that person lived to such an old age before being beaten to death by the Tiecang people, and more people in blue armor had died at the hands of the Tiecang people long ago.
"Actually... this matter... depends on how you look at it..." He didn't dare to tell lies, but he also didn't dare to say what he really thought in his heart, so he said this.
"What do you think?" The man with white hair and wrinkles spoke at this time.
The voice was not loud, but the person who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go, is what makes you different from me" was frightened.
Then he saw the head with white hair and wrinkles turned into what he said was the head of the oldest blue-armored man he had ever seen.
He couldn't remember what the old man's head looked like at first, but after the other person turned into the head of the oldest blue-armored man he just said he had ever seen, he decided that that look was that of back then. He's seen it.
"Until now, you won't feel sorry for the old man who was beaten to death by the Tiecang people?" said the man with white hair and wrinkles.
The voice was already very loud. It was definitely not the voice of ordinary people. It was both trembling and echoing. It had a huge impact on his heart. Every word hit his heart hard like a hidden weapon. . He felt that his heart was about to pop out of his chest by that kind of hidden weapon. "I..." He didn't know what to say, and his own voice was trembling at this moment.
When he heard that his own voice was trembling, he became even more frightened, as if the sound coming from the mouth of the man with white hair and wrinkled face had passed on the characteristic of "trembling voice" to him.
"Are you sad?" The man with white hair and wrinkles said again.
The sound of these three words once again hit his heart like a hidden weapon.
"Gonna...dying," he said.
After saying this, he heard his trembling voice again, and was once again frightened by the strange sound he made.
"If you are saying that you are extremely sad, that is a lie. Aren't you worried that your face will be burned?" said the man with white hair and wrinkles.
He felt a series of hidden weapons hit his heart again. He felt that his heart was visibly trembling, and he even faintly heard the sound of his heart trembling, and the sound still had an echo.
He had never had such an experience. When he heard the strange trembling sound with echoes, and he was sure that the strange sound came from his heart, he felt that he was on the verge of death, but he seemed to have to It's like continuing to be tortured.
(End of chapter)