Chapter 5737 (five thousand seven hundred and thirty-seven) Plunder
The man with brown hands said: "It seems that you haven't had deep feelings for a while, right? I am, what about you?"
"Me too." The gray-handed man said, "Because of this, it is easier for me to believe in this feeling."
The man with brown hands added: "If you say so, I quite believe your feelings this time."
The gray-handed man said: "Does that mean you can't use this method casually?"
"I feel like it should be." The brown-handed man said, "You just said that you have a vague feeling that if you do it many times, it seems to be detrimental to you. How many times do you think you do it will really have this disadvantage?"
"It doesn't seem to be used a few times," said the gray-handed man.
"Only a few times?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes, not too many times." The gray-handed man said.
"Can you feel the specific number of times?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I didn't feel the specific number just now, but when I guess now, I feel a few numbers passing in front of me." The man with gray hands said.
"You can even get past it?" said the brown-hand man, "Why did such a thing happen?"
"I don't know either." The gray-hand man said, "Maybe it has something to do with the environment."
"I really don't understand this situation," said the brown-hand man, "What number is passing by?"
"It's different every time." The gray-hand man said.
"What happened?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Sometimes it's nine, sometimes it's four, sometimes it's three, sometimes it's two." The gray-handed man said.
"Are there any numbers still passing by now?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Not at the moment." The gray-hand man said, "But my feeling hasn't stopped."
The man with brown hands asked: "That is to say, maybe there will be other numbers passing by in a while?"
"Yes." said the man with gray hands.
"About when?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It seems to be soon." The gray-handed man replied.
"Do I need you to do anything to come out?" the brown-hand man asked. "Maybe I don't need to do anything." The gray-handed man said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-handed man felt that he saw countless numbers passing before his eyes again.
"Here we go again, here we go again!" said the man with gray hands.
"How many?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Seven." The man with gray hands answered.
"Is this the only one?" asked the brown-hand man.
"That's it," said the gray-hand man.
"Will there be more?" the brown-hand man continued.
"I'm not sure." The gray-handed man said.
"Didn't you feel the same just now?" The man with brown hands said, "Do you feel different now than before?"
"Something is different." The gray-handed man replied.
"Is it about to stop?" asked the man with brown hands.
"That's not true." The gray-handed man said, "I just feel that the feeling is not as strong as before. Just now I felt that there would still be 'grabbing numbers', but now I feel that even if there are still, there are only a few left. Few times."
The man with brown hands asked: "Is this feeling deep?"
"No." The gray-hand man said, "It's superficial, and I don't really believe in the feeling at the moment."
"You just said that you 'think even if there is still one', do you mean that you think it is possible that there will no longer be?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes, but my feeling is still leaning towards there being more." The gray-handed man said.
"If there is more, can you feel how long it will take before it appears?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It seems that the time has passed a little longer this time." The gray-handed man said.
"It makes me want to try it," said the brown-hand man.
"Try to say absolute words like I did just now that make you feel less comfortable, and then add more?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)