Chapter 4732 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty Two) Relieve Qi
The man with gray hands was already familiar with his habit of answering like this before, so it was not new after hearing it. He just said: "Then what happened to you?"
"I asked him...if he felt that he would be relieved after insulting me like this...then there would be no need to use any more attacks," the man said.
"You hope he won't attack you with his bag again, so that's why you say this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"But do you think he might listen to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It seems impossible." The man said, "But I also want to say it... at least... at least try."
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said he didn't insult me," the man said.
"What about you?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"I just told him...if I said this to him...would he feel insulted?" the man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...it's different." The man said.
"Did you ask him why he was different?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Asked." The man said, "He said...he said...if I said him...this is complete nonsense...it is simply...not the truth at all, and he said that I...just said it Just facts.”
The gray-hand man asked: "How do you feel after hearing this?"
"Of course I'm very angry," the man said.
"Then what was your reaction?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"I told him at that time...it was not his decision whether it was true or not," the man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...it's the attacker who has the final say." The man said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I dare to continue to say anything." The man said. "Is it because you don't dare again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The man said, "I'm just worried...that he'll attack me. I don't want to be...attacked by him at all...in that case...it might be even more shameful."
The gray-handed man asked again: "Then what was his reaction?"
"He...he went back to the previous question...asked me...do you know why he didn't think...everything that can be said out loud does not necessarily appear in my heart first," the man said.
"How did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said... he was probably talking about himself." The man said, "I also said that I would have appeared in my mind anyway, but he... but he didn't think it was necessarily... that might be talking about him. Just yourself.”
The gray-handed man asked: "What was the other party's reaction?"
"He said, what he was talking about... was me, not himself." The man said.
"What do you think after hearing this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said...if he must say that, then just say it." The man said, "I know that what I said happened...in my heart."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Where is he?"
"He said...let me guess why he said that about me." The man said.
"Have you guessed?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I didn't guess at first," the man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I said... what he thought... I didn't have to guess."
The man with gray hands asked: "Where is he?"
"He said, since I don't want to guess, then... I will choose whether to let the eyes guess for me... or let the bag guess for me." The man said.
"Are you scared after hearing this?" the man with gray hands asked.
(End of chapter)