Chapter 5964 (five thousand nine hundred and sixty-four) Crisp Thunder
The man with brown hands said: "What if it really hits?"
"It's not bad if you can really hit it." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"Not bad?" asked the man with brown hands.
The man with gray hands said: "That's pretty much the end of me anyway."
The man with brown hands asked: "Why do you think so again?"
"I'm just going from time to time." The gray-hand man said.
"When will it stabilize?" asked the brown-hand man.
"It's difficult," said the gray-hand man.
The man with brown hands said, "What do you think of me?"
"I think it's also difficult." The gray-handed man said.
"Then so be it." The brown-hand man said.
"I find it rare that you can say this." The man with gray hands said.
"It's rare but normal." The brown-hand man said.
The gray-handed man added: "Yes, what else is abnormal in this environment?"
"There seems to be a change," the brown-hand man said. "His belly."
"How come all the sounds just now disappeared and were replaced by thunder?" asked the man with gray hands.
"But the thunder is not dull at all." The brown-hand man said.
"It's very loud," said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands added: "The voice is still very fragile."
"Thunder?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I've never heard of this." The brown-hand man said.
"You're lying now." The gray-handed man said.
"Have you heard of it?" asked the brown-hand man.
"I've heard of it," said the man with gray hands. "The moment I said it myself, I heard it, so I said I've heard of it."
"You just heard the word 'Thunder'," said the brown-handed man.
"I didn't say it was before." The man with gray hands smiled, "I said so did you. You just heard about it, so you are lying if you say you haven't heard of it." The man with brown hands smiled and said, "I That’s what I didn’t hear before you said it.”
"But you didn't make it clear." The gray-handed man said with a smile.
"Your skill is about to catch up with that one." The man with brown hands said.
"What kind of skill?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man with brown hands added: "The ability to deliberately say something critical."
"Do you remember the time when he picked on you and me?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "Of course, if something is not done rigorously, he will use this skill to find fault."
The man with gray hands said: "Actually, if you are just picky, you can just say it. The worst is that you will get criticized."
"But he punishes, real punishment." The brown-handed man said.
The man with gray hands added, "It feels unfair even when I think about it."
The man with brown hands said: "It was really unfair at that time."
The gray-handed man said: "But there's nothing you and I can do."
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, there is nothing you can do about him."
"We can only let him find fault," said the man with gray hands.
"I can't even predict how many years I will be picked on by him." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said: "It's hard for us to predict some of the things he does?"
"Yes." The brown-hand man said. "But I didn't think about it that much at the time."
The man with gray hands said, "Me too."
"Because I am a tool." said the brown-hand man. "At that time, I should be completely his tool."
The man with gray hands said: "It seems that when I am a tool, I just think about it for a moment and then stop. It is difficult to think deeply."
"Is it because of what he did to us?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Some kind of control over our thoughts?" the Gray Hand asked.
"Actually, he also controls us subtly. You and I both know that. I just want to ask if he has some kind of direct control over us." The brown-handed man said.
(End of chapter)