Chapter 4620 (Four Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty) Passive
The Gray Hand man was worried that his situation would change in the next moment, so he quickly said to him: "After you said this, what did that person say? "
"He...he actually said that I was talking nonsense." The man said.
The man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "It seems that he won't have any problems at this moment."
After the gray-handed man whispered "Yeah", he said to the person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." "How did you answer? "
"I told him I didn't say anything nonsense," the man said.
The gray-hand man still remembered that the person's voice was hoarse when he said that he was not talking nonsense. He was basically sure that the person didn't use the language of that world when he said this, but he still asked: "You didn't use the language of that world." Language said?”
"It's no use," the man replied.
The man with gray hands remembered that after the man said that he was not talking nonsense, he was silent for a period of time. He was curious about what happened during his silence, so he asked: "What happened after you said this?"
"He...he made the long scar on his body disappear." The man answered.
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you say something?"
"He didn't speak immediately," the man said.
"Then what was his reaction?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"He...he stopped smiling, shook his head...sigh...sighed." The man replied.
"What about you, did you say anything?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't say anything right away, until...until he came over and held my hands after the scar disappeared." The man said, "I had to speak." "What did you say?" The gray hand people asked.
"I told him... let him go!" the man said.
"Said in the language of that world?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man replied.
"When I hear you say this now, I feel like it's hard for you to accept him touching your hand?" the gray-handed man said.
"Yes," the man said, "It's just... unbearable."
"Why such a big reaction?" asked the gray-hand man.
"His hands are those of a man with blue armor. He...the nails on both hands are...all blue." The man answered.
"Have you ever come into contact with the hands of the blue-armored man before?" the gray-armored man asked.
"That was when they were torturing or killing blue-armored people." The man said, "That...that's different."
"They are all touching hands with blue nails. What's the difference?" the man with gray hands asked again.
"When I touched the blue-armored man's hand this time, the other person...the other person meant...that he...deliberately made me feel something." The man said, "I hate this feeling! It's...it's really unbearable. All of this It wasn't me who led it, but...it was him who led it. My hands just...just like that...at that time...were in contact with the hands of a man with ten blue fingernails. I was very passive. I had no choice. But when I tortured or killed the blue-armored people, it was... different... I took the initiative to touch their hands... and... there was another difference... that was when I touched those who were being treated. Soon after I tortured and killed the blue-armored people, those blue-armored people no longer survived. In other words... the hands of the blue-armored people I took the initiative to touch were all the hands of the dying blue-armored people. "
(End of chapter)