Chapter 5249 (five thousand two hundred and forty-nine) angry with me
The gray-hand man asked: "How do you feel when you look at the spring scenery?"
"Afraid, but also angry... I feel like I've been tricked by those people." The man said, "But... I can't help it. Of course, there are other reasons for being angry."
"What's the reason?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's just...it's...I feel...but I'm in the dark and cold, as painful as it is, but...but those people deliberately let me see their spring...see that it doesn't belong to me at all. The spring makes me look at the light and warmth..." the man said.
"Are you aggrieved by this?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Of course...it will be unfair." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Don't you think that light and warmth kill people's will?"
"Yeah, it's just... it kills people's will." The man said.
"Then why did you feel aggrieved at that time?" The man with gray hands asked, "Do you think the other party deliberately used this method to weaken your will?"
The man said: "No...it's really not because of this."
"Why?" the gray-hand man asked, "Just say whatever you want."
The man said: "At that time... what I thought was... that I should be... in that spring full of light and warmth, and they... those people should be in darkness and cold. Think about it now, what I thought at that time …It’s indeed…somewhat shameful.”
The gray-handed man said: "Didn't you feel ashamed at that time?"
"No." The man said, "At that time... in that situation... I... I didn't have time to think so much, and I was a little angry... I felt that those people deliberately wanted me to see the spring where they were and... angry mine."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Didn't you feel that they were wasting away their will at that time?" "I didn't feel it." The man said, "I spoke from my heart. At that time... I didn't feel that they were wasting away my will at all."
The Gray Hand asked: "Under the circumstances at that time, you yearned to enter where they were?"
"Yes... not only... not only longing for it." The man said.
"What else happened?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I even...even tried to walk there," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you feel uncomfortable inside when you tried to walk?"
"It seems... it seems vaguely... a little bit." The man said, "Because I know that it is... the spring of the blue-armored people, and I even know... if I really go there, it is very likely... Maybe I will be bullied and tortured by them, just like...just like I used to torture the people in blue armor in the real world."
"Then you are still trying to leave?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I actually have another idea in my heart."
"What do you think?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Just...just use your hands...to grab the spring there..." the man said.
"What do you mean?" asked the gray-handed man.
"For a moment, I felt that if I entered there, nothing good would happen. Nothing good would happen...not because the spring there would cause me nothing good, but...because the people there were not like me. People, because those people are all blue-armored people. It's better... it's better... I don't go in, but... I grab the spring there, and then... pull it out..." the man said.
(End of chapter)