Chapter 5811 (five thousand eight hundred and eleven) laughs again
The man with gray hands said: "Well, if you don't think there is a problem, I will keep saying this."
The man with the brown hand said: "I am willing to listen to you forever."
The man with gray hands added: "I'm still talking about what happened just now. If I tell you directly, will you be annoyed by it?"
"No, you tell me," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said: "I asked you just now why you didn't say it. If you had said it, you would probably have repeated what I said later, 'It doesn't mean it is really an ordinary wind.' Once you repeat it, you will think of 'recite it by heart'." ’, as if you were reciting my words, this is the specific reason why you didn’t say it.”
"Well, this time it's very detailed." The brown-hand man said.
"Don't you think it's unusual for me to talk back and forth?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't think so," said the brown-hand man.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Do you even need to ask?" said the brown-handed man.
"What kind of atmosphere do you want to create?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes," said the brown-hand man, "I can tell you want to laugh."
"I can still feel that you want to laugh." The gray-handed man said.
"I can only say that your feeling is correct." The man with brown hands said.
"Your feeling is correct." The man with gray hands said.
"At this moment, the atmosphere has been created." The brown-handed man said.
"You made it." The gray-handed man said.
"Without your participation, how can I create an atmosphere alone?" said the brown-hand man.
"Of course you can. One person has his or her own way of creating an atmosphere." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said again: "Then you can make it for me alone."
The gray-hand man said: "Just because you can make it by yourself doesn't mean that I can do it by myself."
The man with brown hands said: "Are you entering a certain pattern again?"
The man with gray hands said, "I knew you were going to say this before you even said it."
"Then what I said is correct?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with gray hands said, "I won't answer." "Why don't you answer?" The man with brown hands said with a smile, "Don't you dare?"
"I don't want to say what you said is wrong." The gray-handed man smiled.
"Then you say what I said is right." The man with brown hands said.
"I wouldn't say that either." The man with gray hands said.
"What's the matter?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Doesn't that mean I admit it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"What did you admit?" the brown-hand man asked deliberately.
The gray-handed man said: "Admit that you have entered a certain mode."
The man with brown hands said: "It seems you don't want to admit it."
"If it were you, would you admit it?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man with brown hands smiled and said nothing.
"Laughing again," said the man with gray hands.
"Aren't you smiling too?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Do I smile the same way you smile?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's the same," said the brown-hand man, "Do you think what I said is right?"
"You're doing this again!" said the man with gray hands.
"Answer it," said the man with brown hands.
"What do you want to hear my answer?" the gray-handed man asked deliberately.
"You just need to answer. I will hear whatever you answer." The brown-hand man said, "Isn't this natural? Why do you still ask me what I want to hear?"
"Haha..." the gray-handed man said, "You're here again."
"What's wrong with me?" asked the brown-hand man.
"You did it more than once," said the Gray Hand.
"Yes, don't people like us often have to repeat themselves in such an environment?" The brown-hand man said, "Repetition is so normal, what do you think?"
(End of chapter)