Chapter 5952 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty Two) Wings
The man with gray hands said: "Think about it, how could it happen every time? In this case, wouldn't I be too weird?"
"So, you're laughing at yourself?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes, but I am laughing at myself under the conditions you mentioned." The gray-hand man said, "Of course, those conditions are hard to come by."
The man with brown hands said again: "Just pretend that what I just said was not strict, can't you?"
The gray-handed man laughed again.
"What's the matter?" asked the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands said: "It's just a contrast."
"What's the contrast? You're smiling like this?" the man with brown hands asked.
The man with gray hands added: "It's the contrast between you now and you before."
"Compared to the past again," said the brown-hand man, "It's the 'before after transformation' again."
"I would like to compare it with the 'past before Huana'. Tell me, how can I clearly see what you were like before 'Hunan'?" said the man with gray hands.
"How could I tell you?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It sounds like you know it but don't want to tell me." The gray-handed man smiled.
"It seems to mean something like this, but actually I don't mean it." The man with brown hands said.
"Why do you say it so seriously?" The gray-hand man said, "I was just joking."
"I know you're joking," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said: "Have you noticed that the sound of the mud has become quieter?"
"I noticed it. It's quite obvious." The man with brown hands said.
The gray-hand man added: "And the sound is too dense, it just feels like it's being stirred too fast."
"That's right," said the brown-hand man, "too fast."
The gray-hand man said: "Now it sounds a bit like the sound of a bee flapping its wings."
The man with brown hands said: "It sounds like it to me, but if it is really made of clay, why shouldn't it sound like the flapping of bees' wings?"
"After all, I have to flap my wings like a wasp." The gray-handed man said with a smile. The man with brown hands added, "Are you kidding me again? It's not the right thing to flap its wings like a wasp, right?"
"What kind of wings does that look like?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Why do you have to say it's like flapping wings?" the brown-handed man asked with a smile.
"Because it sounds like the sound of flapping wings to me," said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands said, "Just because the sound you heard just now sounded like flapping wings, you have to say it sounds like flapping wings next?"
"This is called habit." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"Are we still talking about habits at this point?" the brown-handed man asked with a smile.
"We need a breakthrough," said the Gray Hand.
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, why don't you make a breakthrough quickly?"
"How to break through?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I'm joking, I just want you to say it in a different voice." The brown-hand man said.
The gray-handed man said again: "Is this considered a breakthrough?"
"I told you it was a joke, yet you still ask," said the man with brown hands.
"Then you can make a breakthrough." The gray-handed man said.
"Can't you figure it out?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Who says I can't figure it out? I just want you to break through. I'll give you the chance to break through." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"It's not like there's only one chance, and it's not like if you use it, I won't be able to use it." The man with brown hands said, "We can all make a breakthrough."
"Yes, of course you don't have to break through at all." The gray-handed man said.
"You're going to stop talking as soon as I ask you to, aren't you?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I don't have any plans either." The gray-hand man said, "It depends on whether you say it or not."
(End of chapter)