Chapter 5838 (five thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight) completely broken
The man with brown hands said: "We always understand each other's mood. I mean during this time."
The gray-handed man said: "Two objects couldn't understand each other's mood like this before."
The man with brown hands once again heard the joke in the man with gray hands, so he continued to joke: "Maybe we still have the nature of tools."
"Anyway, it's definitely different from the pure tool it was before." The gray-handed man said.
"A lot more emotions and stuff," said the brown-hand man.
"A tool with emotions, why does it sound funny?" The gray-handed man said and laughed.
"I like to hear your jokes, and I also like that you still laugh when you are thinking about heavy things in your heart." The brown-handed man said.
The man with gray hands said: "You make it so clear?"
The brown-hand man just said "hmm".
"Tell me why I am thinking about heavy things." The man with gray hands deliberately continued to say in a joking tone.
"Whatever we talked about just now is what we were thinking about. This is normal, isn't it?" The man with brown hands also said in a joking tone.
The man with gray hands asked: "We are talking about two axes."
The man with brown hands said: "You obviously know."
"What do you know?" Gray Hand asked deliberately.
"You clearly know what I'm thinking." The brown-handed man said, "Of course you know what you're thinking, and you also know that I understand what you're thinking."
The gray-handed man said: "It doesn't matter if you know."
The man with brown hands said, "You feel so relaxed when you say this."
"Yeah, are you used to it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Does it feel easy for me to speak?" the brown-hand man asked.
"That's okay." The gray-handed man smiled.
"What happened just now didn't work?" the man with brown hands asked deliberately.
"Just now, were you carrying something heavy or not?" the man with gray hands asked.
"So you're not used to it?" asked the brown-hand man. "No." The gray-hand man said, "I'm used to whatever you do."
The man with brown hands said: "Then you just asked me if I was used to it."
The man with gray hands said, "I'm asking you."
The man with brown hands said: "You ask me and I ask you. It seems to me that the question is almost the same at this moment."
"Oh?" Gray Hand Man said, "You also mean that you are used to whatever I do?"
"That's right," said the brown-hand man, "that's what I want to say."
The man with gray hands said: "Then if I also talk about heavy topics, you will get used to it, right?"
"That's a lot of questions." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands said: "Don't count."
"Okay, it doesn't count," said the brown-hand man.
"Oh?" the gray-hand man said, "Why did you react like this?"
"Anyway, no matter what my reaction is, you will get used to it." The brown-handed man smiled.
"Then I'll tell you. Then I'll tell you the heavy things you just mentioned." The man with gray hands said.
The man with brown hands added: "Let's talk about those two axes, who pushed each other under the influence of the magic."
The man with gray hands said: "Pushing each other, they all broke into pieces and ended up in the garbage heap."
The man with the brown hand said, "You're worried, aren't you?"
"What does it look like?" the gray-handed man asked deliberately.
"You're pretending not to understand, are you?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It's not like I'm being pretentious. I'm just asking questions knowingly and want to hear you say it." The gray-handed man said.
"It doesn't seem so sad when I say it, doesn't it?" asked the brown-hand man.
"At most, it just 'appears'." said the gray-handed man.
(End of chapter)