Chapter 5817 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventeen) Full
The man with brown hands said: "It doesn't seem to make much difference whether I admit it or not, does it?"
The gray-handed man smiled and said, "Is it because, whether you admit it or not, I think you are anyway?"
"That's right," said the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands said again: "Then do you admit that I am a straw basket?"
"Do you admit that I am?" asked the brown-hand man.
The gray-hand man said: "I admit that I am."
"It's me I'm asking," the brown-hand man said.
The Gray Hand just laughed.
The man with brown hands said: "What if I admit that you are a straw basket filled with memories from before your incarnation?"
The gray-handed man said: "You know that's not what I mean by the straw basket."
"I'm just asking you, if I admit that you are a straw basket filled with many memories before the incarnation, will you admit that I am the straw basket I just mentioned." The man with brown hands smiled.
"What kind of straw basket is it?" Gray Hand Man said, "What I understand is that it contains a lot of straw baskets that contain memories before the incarnation. Well, this is it. If you admit that I am, I also admit that you are, it is normal. Bar?"
"I'm talking about the straw basket I just mentioned, just now." The man with brown hands said.
"There are a lot of straw baskets filled with memories before the incarnation. This is what I just said, what you just said." The gray-handed man said deliberately and mischievously.
"The one you mentioned first is the one I'm talking about." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands said again: "What kind?"
"You ask questions knowingly," said the man with brown hands.
"Yes." The gray-handed man said.
"Then I'll assume that you know." The brown-hand man said.
"Are you acquiescing to what I thought?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I think so," said the brown-hand man.
"If you don't tell me, how will I know what you think?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Do you really want me to say that?" the brown-hand man asked. "I want to hear it, but I can't control whether you say it or not." The gray-handed man smiled.
"Who says you can't control it?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I can't do anything to you." The gray-handed man said.
"Yeah, you and I can't use it now, but you want me to say it's very simple." The brown-handed man said.
"How can it be so simple?" asked the gray-handed man.
"As long as you say 'Speak now', that's all." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said again: "Is it really useful?"
"Try it." The man with brown hands said.
So the gray-handed man immediately said: "You try it."
The man with brown hands said: "The straw basket I want to talk about is the 'grass basket' in what you just said, 'I feel that I talk too much nonsense, and I can put it in a straw basket.' You Do you admit that I am this kind of idiot?"
The gray-handed man said: "You really 'recited' it so seriously?"
"You really did this." The brown-handed man smiled.
The man with gray hands said: "Is this what you expected again?"
"Of course it is." The brown-handed man said with a smile, "It's just expected. Otherwise, why should I repeat what you just said word for word? Can't I use my own words to describe it?"
The man with gray hands said, "Of course."
"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you admit that I am the kind of straw basket?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Are you still thinking about this problem?" the gray-handed man asked.
"You haven't answered yet, will I forget?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Even if I answered, you won't forget it, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The brown-hand man said.
"Then it doesn't make any difference whether I answer or not, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
(End of chapter)