Chapter 5007 (Five Thousand and Seven) Filled in
"What do you tend to think is the reason for your blushing?" the brown-handed man asked.
"I tend to...it has something to do with me feeling like I'm a shameful person, but...but it seems to have more to do with other things." The man replied.
"What do you think the heat coming from your upper body to your face might have to do with?" asked the brown-hand man.
"With... with... I don't dare to say this anymore." The man said.
As soon as the man said this, the brown-handed man felt that it might be related to another person casting a spell on him in the real world, and felt that if he continued to ask, he might be able to learn more important information. However, the man with brown hands heard that he "dare not" to say anything, and was worried that if he insisted on asking, he would cause the other person to enter a state where he could not communicate normally with others again.
The man with brown hands hesitated for a moment and decided to try asking. If he found anything wrong, he immediately stopped asking.
"Is it related to the time when the magician cast a spell on you?" the brown-handed man asked.
"Yes," the man said.
"Then this kind of person, is it possible that he was caused by what he poured into your body at that time?" The brown-handed man asked.
"Yes! It's very possible!" said the man.
The man with brown hands was originally staring at his face, worried that he would show a strange expression again, but unexpectedly it didn't appear at all, and the other party said such words so happily, so he felt that if he asked more questions, it wouldn't be a big problem.
"That is to say, it was probably because of the thing that the caster poured into your body that you had that 'nauseous' feeling again, so you blushed?" asked the brown-handed man.
"You say that... it must make sense." The man said.
This made the brown-hand man very disappointed.
"What do you mean it must make sense for me to say this?" the brown-hand man said.
"Because you said it." The man said.
"What does this have to do with who said it?" the brown-hand man said, "Let's just talk about it."
"I think... it just... has something to do with it... If someone else said this, I don't know what I would think, but... but it was you who said this, and I just think... maybe you told the truth. "The man said. "What if someone else said it? Imagine it." The man with brown hands said.
"Then...I can't imagine it." The man said.
"Why can't you imagine it?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Oh...it also depends on who said it..." the man said.
"What do you mean?" asked the man with brown hands.
"If either of you two said it, I would feel... I might have told the truth." The man said.
"You want to say that as long as one of the two of us said it, you think so?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes." The man said.
"What if it's not one of us?" the man said. "Just imagine."
"Then...who are you imagining?" the man said.
"Anyone can do it, just imagine it," said the brown-hand man.
"If it were said by an ordinary person, like me... an ordinary person like me, I... I might not feel that I have told the truth so quickly." The person said.
"It's just that you don't feel it so quickly, but after a while, do you still feel that you told the truth?" The brown-handed man asked carefully.
"Yes... right... but... but it's just a possibility..." the man said.
(End of chapter)