Chapter 5926 (five thousand nine hundred and twenty-six) mist
"Actually, it makes no sense to think so, but I did think so just now." The brown-handed man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened next?"
"Later I felt that since I had already said 'temporary', it probably wouldn't happen." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands added, "That's right. We've all said that we can change back temporarily. It's temporary, but we can still change back."
"That's right." The brown-hand man said.
"But, I thought of something else." The gray-handed man said.
"What?" The brown-handed man seemed to have thought of something.
The man with gray hands said: "I feel like you know what I think."
"Say it," said the brown-hand man.
"You can say so," the gray-handed man said.
"I don't want to say that's possible." The brown-hand man said.
"I guess you and I are thinking of the same possibility." The man with gray hands said.
"That should be it," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said again: "Then I will tell you directly?"
The man with brown hands said "hmm".
The gray-hand man asked: "Could the so-called 'change back' not only be as simple as ending that state, but also that the next moment we change back, we will disappear?"
The man with brown hands said: "It's not easy for you and me to even think of this together."
"Too many things that are not easy are made to look easy by you and me." said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands added: "Yes, I really want to know the reason behind it."
"The connection between you and me?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes." The man with brown hands said.
"Especially before accepting Huana, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said again: "What if I could really figure it out if I changed back?"
"Why are you talking about this topic again?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I've done it again, haven't I?" asked the man with gray hands.
"That's right," said the brown-hand man. The gray-handed man said: "Repetition is normal, don't you think so?"
"I think so," said the brown-hand man, "even if you don't repeat it, I will."
"Repeat this?" asked the gray-handed man.
"That should be it, right?" the brown-hand man said.
"How do you know you will repeat it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I don't know either," said the brown-hand man.
"Do you feel it?" the gray-hand man asked, "Is it superficial or deep?"
"It doesn't count," said the brown-handed man.
"Isn't it even superficial feeling?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I don't think so," said the brown-hand man.
"What is that?" asked the gray-hand man, "Is that just what you think?"
"That's right." The brown-hand man said, "I don't know the reason."
"It's nothing. There are many unexplained things." The gray-handed man said.
"Especially in such an environment, there's really nothing new." The brown-hand man said.
"I suddenly thought of the future." The gray-handed man said.
"Optimistic or pessimistic?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Neither optimistic nor pessimistic," said the man with gray hands.
"Then what do you think of?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Mist." The gray-handed man said.
"Misty? Whose future are you thinking about?" the brown-hand man asked, "or everyone's future?"
"It's my future," said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands said: "How do you say it?"
"That's right, when I was thinking about my future, it suddenly seemed like I was seeing mist." The man with gray hands said.
"Is there something coming? Is it related to your and my abilities?" the brown-hand man asked.
"No." The gray-hand man said, "It should be purely my own imagination."
(End of chapter)