Chapter 4663 (four thousand six hundred and sixty-three) in the mirror
"Were you worried that he would touch your eyes?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes, I'm very worried..." the man said, "but...but I'm not afraid of him, the man with blue armor. I'm particularly worried that his blue nails will touch my eyes. If...that way...it's just...just... It will stain my eyes."
"What did you do then?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I immediately told him to wait," the man said.
"Is it the language of that world?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man replied.
The gray-handed man asked again: "How is the other party?"
"The other person's hand just... temporarily stopped approaching me." The man replied, "He asked me if I had finally... figured it out and was finally willing to look into his eyes."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I quickly said yes," the man said.
"His hand with blue nails stopped moving towards your eyes?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, he didn't...move...he temporarily lowered his hands." The man said.
"For now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Because...because...although I said yes, I...actually didn't look into his eyes immediately."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Then his two hands came up again?"
"Yes." The man said, "Not only that, he also laughed at me."
"Did he say something?" The gray-handed man asked. "I told you..." the man said, "He smiled and said, I... I am so petty... I dare to use it in front of him... He also said... don't think that I just talk but don't do anything. He will ease my pain."
"Then what happened to you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...at this moment...I looked into his eyes as he said." The man said.
"Then he put his hand down?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right, both hands were put down." The man said.
"Why did he let you look at his eyes?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Scare me." The man said.
"Is it terrible?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes. His two eyes bulged outwards, and then...actually...became like two...mirrors, and inside both mirrors...actually...there was...a person similar to me. ...The movements of the people in the two mirrors seem to be synchronized... they should be reflecting the same person. That's right, there is actually only one person in the two mirrors," the man said.
"Someone who is similar to you?" Gray Hand asked, "Is it you?"
"It seems...it seems like it's me...because it's so similar...I never thought that I could...meet someone...so similar to me...in this situation." The person said, "But...but the mirror The middle man's movements...are different from mine...so...so he can't be mine."
"Just because the movements are different, are you sure it's not you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Definitely not!" The man said, "I...I won't be that scary!"
"Why is the man in the mirror so scary?" the man with gray hands asked.
"The man in the mirror...he...he actually raised his arms...to a position that was almost as high as his chin...the two hands were...just diagonally below the fingers...all ten fingers Curved... fingernails pointed at me." The man said.
(End of chapter)