Chapter 4911 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Eleven) Showing Weakness
The gray-handed man said: "What did you say?"
"I said... I said I was shameless." The man said, "I said he... he, a blue-armored animal, couldn't irritate me at all."
"Do you really think so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No... in fact, I... already feel that I have been stimulated by blue-armored animals in some strange places... places like the Mysterious Encirclement. In that world, I... I have also been stimulated by him before. The blue-armored animal was exciting," the man said.
"When you said this, you weren't worried that the other party would know what you were thinking?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Don't worry." The man said.
"Aren't you afraid that your answer will conform to his meaning again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I'm not afraid!" The man said, "At that time... I was strange, that is... even if I thought that what I said would be in line with his meaning, I would... have to say... I just felt that if I If I don't say anything, I will probably choke to death. I can't show weakness in front of him...his blue-armored man...no matter what he does, I'm...not afraid...I'm not afraid of anything!"
The man with gray hands asked: "What was his reaction at this time?"
"He... he said... I actually didn't think so in my heart. He already knew it." The man said, "He said he knew very well about me... I thought I had been stimulated by him, a man in blue armor, but... …but couldn’t give in…but insisted that he couldn’t stimulate me at all.”
The man with gray hands asked again: "He said what you were thinking, did you refute him?"
"Rebutted." The man said, "At this time I... I have to refute no matter what! I told him... just because he is a blue-armored animal, he can't stimulate me... he just can't stimulate... He can say whatever he likes...it's not irritation...it's just...he's the hapless, irritated creature that thinks others are as easily irritated as he is."
The gray-hand man asked: "What happened to him after hearing this?" "He asked me again...asked me...if I left him aside, do I think that a person...a person has been stimulated in his life? It's shameful in itself, it's shameful whether a person is 'unlucky' or not," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked, "Did you answer him?"
"I didn't want to answer him," the man said, "so I didn't answer. Instead, I asked him if he felt so."
"Did he answer you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said he didn't think so. He said...he said...it is shameful to think that a person has been stimulated. Having such an idea is shameful in itself." The man said, "He also said...it is not shameful for a person to be unlucky. The idea that 'bad luck' is shameful is shameful."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you agree with what he said at that time?"
The man said: "I...actually thought of something else at the time. But...but I told myself that I couldn't agree with what he said anyway. That was...that was what he, a blue-armored animal, thought. I...if I expressed With consent, I...I gave in."
"Actually, do you have a tendency to agree with it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said, "I just... thought of something else, that's all."
"What did you think of?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)