Chapter 5988 (five thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight) blowing cloth
The gray-handed man said: "Didn't he say anything while you were standing like this?"
"It's not that I didn't say anything," said the brown-hand man.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man with brown hands said: "I remember he was talking to himself at that time, saying: 'Let me see... let me see...'"
"Has he been looking under that thing of yours?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I looked under that thing, and then started looking elsewhere." The brown-hand man said, "Then he looked at me for a while."
The man with gray hands said: "What do you think of you?"
The man with brown hands said: "It's just that his eyes moved directly from under that thing to me."
The gray-hand man said: "At the same time, you said, 'Let me see' that you just said?"
"Yes." The man with brown hands said.
"Do you know why he looks like that?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I don't understand." The man with brown hands said.
"What happens next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He asked me if I was tired of holding that thing," said the man with brown hands.
"Were you tired then?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's average." The man with brown hands said, "I mean it's still average at this time, but it will be different later."
"How did you answer him?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I said to him: 'There is nothing tiring about working for the Lord.'" said the brown-hand man.
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He asked me if I really thought so," said the brown-hand man, "and I said yes."
"What happened next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He blew at the cloth covering the thing," said the brown-hand man.
"Did you use magic to blow it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes," said the brown-hand man.
"What happened to the cloth?" asked the man with gray hands.
"The cloth seems to be flying upwards." The man with brown hands said.
The man with gray hands said, "Are you trying to prevent the cloth from flying up?" "Yes." The man with brown hands said, "I controlled it tightly to prevent the cloth from leaving that thing."
"Is it useful?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Useful," said the brown-hand man.
"Didn't he use magic to lift the cloth?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Maybe he didn't intend to really let the cloth fly?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Then what exactly does he want to do?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"It seems like he's trying me." The brown-hand man said.
"Will you try harder to prevent the cloth from spreading?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It felt like it," Brown Hands said.
"How long have you been trying?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's just a matter of blowing a few long breaths," said the man with brown hands.
"The cloth is not up, what are you talking about next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I told you," said the brown-hand man, "he asked me again if I was tired."
"Are you tired by now?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, and he is getting more and more tired." The man with brown hands said.
"You said that just now, how do you respond to him this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just said, 'I'm doing something for the Lord.'" said the brown-hand man.
"Are you tired of not answering?" the man with gray hands asked.
"At that time, I didn't think I could answer directly." The brown-hand man said, "Otherwise, I would be setting myself up somewhere."
"If you answer like this, will he say something about you?" The man with gray hands asked.
"You guessed it right," said the brown-hand man.
"What did you say?" The gray-handed man asked again.
The brown-hand man replied: "He said he knew I was doing something for him. It was such an obvious thing that I didn't need to say it myself."
The gray-handed man said: "That's it, it's really hard to answer."
"I didn't expect it either. I didn't answer directly, but I still put myself there." The brown-handed man said.
(End of chapter)