Chapter 5329 (five thousand three hundred and twenty-nine) sharp sword
"I just told him... that I can't be embarrassed," the man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "Where is the other party?"
"I kept laughing." The person said, "So I said that I...I must not be embarrassed!"
"What's going on now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He said he was going to... take out my heart and have a look." The man said, "Then he smiled weirdly. As he said that, his hair... became like tentacles, reaching towards my heart. . I just yelled 'ah'."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did he stop?"
"No." The person said, "I wanted to lower my head to see what was wrong, but I couldn't lower my head. I couldn't... move around at will. At this time, I felt a... sharp pain where my heart was. It was obvious that something... was stuck in it. , I feel like...his hair is like a tentacle. When it is inserted into it, it seems to become very hard, like...a sharp sword."
The gray-handed man said, "Did you say something else?"
"I... thought at the time that I couldn't give in, but I couldn't help but said: 'No...'" the man said, "When I said this, my heart... was very complicated... I felt like I was asking him I was begging for mercy, I was begging a man with blue armor, but...but I felt like he didn't seem like he would forgive me. I silently told myself again and again that I couldn't do this, and then...my...reaction... It’s not that shameful anymore.”
"What happens next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"After I said, 'No...', he said...why not..." the man said, "he said...he wanted to see my heart...take out my heart and take a look."
The gray-hand man asked: "How did you feel at that time?"
"I... felt severe pain, as if... my heart had been stabbed by his... tentacle-like... hair-turned-sword... and it was thrust out." The man said, "That kind of pain It makes me... miserable."
"Did you say something?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't seem to have much energy to talk to him at that time, but...but in order to relieve the pain, I still said it." The man said, "I said he said last time that my heart...is black. I said I... ...Remember it clearly!" "You said that to make him stop?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes...just to make him...stop." The man said.
"What's his reaction?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He didn't stop." The man said, "He actually asked me if this time he was... the same as before."
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...answered." The man said, "I told him...his hair became like antennae again."
"How is he?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He... didn't respond, and didn't even smile." The man said, "I doubted whether he heard what I said, so I... said: 'Again!'"
"Did he react this time?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Still no response." The person said, "I just said... that I am no longer new."
"Are you saying these words to attract his attention and make him react quickly?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I just hope that he... quickly retracts the sword that the tentacles turned into... so that my heart will be better... and it will not hurt so much."
The gray-hand man said: "He won't do what you want, right?"
(End of chapter)