Chapter 4740 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty) Cunning
"He... actually said... that I finally admitted it... but... it was too late... it was of no use." The man said.
"You must not want to admit what he said, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Of course I didn't want to, so... so I just said it directly... I didn't admit it," the man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... don't worry... take the bag and replenish it... it doesn't matter if I admit it or not." The man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't say anything." The man said, "I'm worried... that he will... attack me again soon."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then he...he told me...now I finally know when I shouldn't talk...and I won't talk nonsense...the next step will let me know...when I should talk...I have to talk," the man said. .
"What about you?" The man with gray hands asked, "Have you spoken at this time?"
"No." The man said.
"What happened to him then?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He also said... It's a pity that I... I obeyed too late... If I had obeyed earlier... I wouldn't be like this now." The man said, "After saying this, he laughed again."
"You still haven't spoken?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Still didn't say anything." The man said.
"What happened next?" the gray-handed man asked again.
"Then he asked me to say... I don't know why my heart... is... black." The man said.
"What's your reaction?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said...it's not black." The man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "Where is he?"
"He said... I still don't admit it at this time... I'm so stubborn... He asked me if I had seen the color of my heart." The man said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked. "I said you don't need to look...just...to know." The man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said I hadn't seen it... just said it casually... but he... had seen the color of my heart." The man said, "He said it was black."
"What do you think after hearing this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I silently told myself...he just said that...to insult me," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked, "Did you say anything to him?"
"I told you," the man said, "I asked him if he had ever seen... what color his own heart was."
"Did he answer?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... he's talking about me now... not him." The man said, "He said I shouldn't think... that it would be enough to say something cunning to him... when he said that fools are cunning... it's still the same fool."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said...how does he know that I can't see the color of his heart." The man said.
"What's his reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He said that I, a fool, am still acting stupidly," the man said.
"How are you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I told him...he actually doesn't dare to look at the color of his heart at all," the man said.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said he didn't dare to look...it was me." The man said.
"I...I said what he...says...often doesn't make sense." The man said.
"What's his reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
(End of chapter)