Chapter 4591 (four thousand five hundred and ninety-one) five

Chapter 4591 (four thousand five hundred and ninety-one) five

"I just told the other person that it's useless." The man replied.

"What do you mean?" asked the gray-hand man.

"What I mean is that no matter... how he imitates my dad's smile, it's... useless." The man said, "I even said this to him."

The man with gray hands remembered that he had not heard this sentence when he heard the man "talking to himself" before, so he asked: "Did you say this in the language of that world again?"

"Yes." The man said.

"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.

"Then...then he said that he was not pretending to be my father. He also said that in fact, he was pretending to be a relative of mine." The man said.

The man with gray hands asked: "What do you think after hearing this?"

"I told him there was no need to quibble... I said he was my relative." The man said, "It's too obvious."

"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.

"He said it was obvious that he had been pretending to be my relative, but I... couldn't tell." The man replied. When he thought of these words at that time, the man still felt creepy.

"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.

"I told him... I could see it right away," the man said, "and then he said, but what I saw was... he, the man in blue armor, was pretending to be my father."

The man with gray hands remembered that when the man was "talking to himself" before, he only heard the first half of the sentence but not the rest, so he asked him: "In what language did you say this?"

The man recalled it and said: "I said it in the language of today, and then... I said it in the language of that world..."

After hearing this, the gray-hand man felt that it was consistent with what he had heard before, so he continued to ask: "What was his reaction?"

"He...he asked me if I thought his smile was familiar just now..." the man said. "How did you answer him?" The man with gray hands asked again.

"I...I said...he is a relative of mine. He has naturally met my father. It is too easy to imitate a smile." The man said.

The man with gray hands asked, "What did he say?"

"He told me that he had only given that kind of smile to five people in the world," the man said.

"Have you asked him which five people he is?" the gray-hand man asked.

"I didn't ask directly, I told him that those five people must include...including my relative," the man said.

The gray-handed man said: "You said these words in the language of that world?"

"Yes," the man said.

"What's his reaction?" The man with gray hands asked again.

"He shook his head and told me... He told me that the relative was not included. He said... He had only given that kind of smile to the five people he wanted to protect. Those five people were all his immediate family members. One was His mother, one is his father, one is his brother, one is my mother, and the other is me," the man said.

The man with gray hands asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm just saying...he remembers it so clearly, even what kind of smile it is. At first glance, it's not...it's not a natural smile." The person said, "This is enough to prove that he is an imitator."

The gray-handed man said: "What then?"

"Then he said that in this world he... had only... smiled like that at the five people he wanted to protect, and would never smile like that at anyone else," the man said.

(End of chapter)