Chapter 4979 (four thousand nine hundred and seventy-nine) not cold
The man with gray hands knew that the man's trembling was probably not due to cold, but in order to prevent his words from frightening the man, he asked this question.
"No... it's not cold." The person said, "What you asked... is... whether I feel... uncomfortable... right?"
The Gray Hand Man didn't really mean it, but he felt that directly denying his words would bring more pressure to him, so he said: "Just answer this question."
"No." The person said, "You... why do you think my body... will be... uncomfortable?"
The gray-handed man didn't expect that just following the other person's words would make him think too much. Because the gray-hand man asked this question, the man began to doubt what the gray-hand man and the brown-hand man had done to his body.
He felt that the gray-handed people and the brown-handed people had many strange abilities that he didn't understand. No matter what these two people wanted to do to him, he himself was unable to resist, not to mention that he was currently under the control of two people, and his body was very heavy. The place couldn't even move, which made him even more aware of the possibility.
The man with gray hands said, "I'm trembling when I hear you speak. People may tremble when they get cold, right?"
"That...that's true." The man replied.
At this moment, the man was still trembling when he spoke. Although he felt that things might not be that bad after hearing what the gray-hand man said, he still couldn't rest assured.
"Then why do you think you are trembling?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said again: "You...do you know the reason?"
The man with gray hands didn't expect that person to ask him such a question, and said: "Why do you ask like that?"
"Because... because you just asked me if I would... feel uncomfortable." The man said.
"Isn't it because you were shivering? It made me think about whether you were shivering because of the cold?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Is it really... really... that simple?" the man asked.
The gray-hand man felt a little strange again, and already felt that the man really thought about it, and asked: "Do you think this matter will be complicated?"
"I...I don't know." The man said.
"What do you want to say?" the gray-handed man asked. At this time, the gray-hand person hopes that the person will take the initiative to tell what is on his mind, but he also feels that if he asks so directly, the hope of the other person telling him is not that great.
"I... just... just thought... and... didn't want to say anything." The man said.
"What do you think is the reason for your trembling in speech now?" The man with gray hands asked directly.
"I... don't know." The man said.
"Don't have any ideas?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's not that... I don't have... ideas." The man said.
"Is there anything on your mind that you can't express?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No need... to say it." The man said.
"Do you think it's useless to speak out?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yeah, it's useless." The man said.
"But I think it's useful for you to say it." The man with gray hands said.
"What do you want to hear from me?" the man asked.
"Just tell me what you think." The gray-hand man said, "What I'm asking is what causes your trembling in speech. Have you ever thought about this problem?"
"Think...thought about it," the man said.
"Say what you think," said the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)