Chapter 5148 (five thousand one hundred and forty-eight) attack
Of course the man with gray hands understood why the other party said that, and he didn't think that the other party was not afraid of the man with blue armor at all just because he heard this. Knowing that the other party just developed this habit, he didn't say anything more. If it were before, the Gray Hand person would probably ask that person whether he "can't be" or "isn't". At this time, after experiencing so much, the Gray Hand person no longer feels it is necessary to ask such a question.
The gray-handed man continued to ask: "What happened next?"
The man said: "Then...then I just...listened to sounds like 'Shadow of Spring' and 'Shadow of Spring' ringing in my ears again and again."
"You didn't speak immediately?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The person said, "I... don't know if the other party can hear me."
The man with gray hands said again: "Did you say it again later?"
"Later...I said it." The man said.
"Why did you say it again?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Because later... I felt that if I didn't say... I would be in more pain." The man said.
"Has there been a change?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "Yes."
"What change?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I... I feel the cold attacking me from all directions." The man said, "It seems... like I'm going to freeze to death."
"You used to think that it was normal for people to be in the cold, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I... I did think so before... But... But this time... it's so cold... so cold... I... feel the pain is unbearable."
The gray-handed man said: "Did you think of anything at that time?"
"Think...I've thought about it a lot." The man said, "In order to relieve my pain, I...I thought about some scenarios."
"What were you thinking about?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Thinking of the warm... moment." The man said. "A warm moment?" Gray Hand asked, "Like what moment?"
"For example... when I was walking on the road to find the person who cast a spell on me, I... that moment in spring that I had been hiding from." The man said.
"Now you no longer feel that it is all false?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It still feels false." The man said.
"Then you won't feel uncomfortable?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man added: "I...actually can also..."
"It was very complicated at the time?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes," the man said, "but I really need...need that kind of imagination."
"How long have you been thinking about it?" The man with gray hands asked, "Still you don't know?"
"Yes." The man said, "I still don't know. But I feel...as if...I don't think enough."
"Not enough? What should I say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Actually... at that moment... I was suddenly willing to live in that kind of warmth." The man said, "Thinking of that kind of warmth, I... I seemed... to feel less of the cold that hit me around me."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Even if it feels complicated, you must still think about it?"
"Yes." The man said, "What I need... what I need more... is that kind of warmth."
The gray-handed man said: "But aren't you worried about affecting your will?"
"Will..." the man said, "Actually... at that time... I felt that I was going to disappear. A person who is about to disappear... would think differently. I would rather live in... that kind of warmth."
(End of chapter)