Chapter 6206 (Six Thousand Two Hundred and Six) Wiping
“Are you so easily affected by my words?” asked the man with brown hands.
The gray-handed man smiled and said: "I can't tell clearly, but now it seems that I was affected by your words."
"What are you thinking at this moment?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I just feel like I'm the only one who can't wait until nightfall." The gray-handed man said.
"Why can't you wait?" asked the man with brown hands.
"You probably know what I think." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands said: "Do you have the same idea as me?"
The gray-hand man asked: "What do you think?"
"I think you do," said the brown-hand man.
"You can think so." The gray-hand man said, "Then will you still say it?"
The man with brown hands said: "It doesn't hurt to say it."
The man with gray hands asked: "You don't feel any regrets about letting go?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "There is reluctance to give up."
"Will there be sorrow?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Why do you ask so directly?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I'm just asking. I don't know why I asked so directly." The gray-handed man said, "If you don't want to listen, I can take it back."
"No need." The brown-hand man said, "Why should you take back what you said?"
The gray-hand man said: "I guess you also hoped that you could take back what you said before."
"Why do you think so?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Tell me first if you guessed it correctly." The gray-handed man said.
"You guessed it right," said the man with brown hands, "Can you tell me why you guessed that way?"
The man with gray hands said: "Okay, it's very simple after all. Because that's what I thought about."
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "Why do you hope you can take it back?" "To avoid punishment." The man with gray hands said.
"It seems that we have similar ideas in this regard." The brown-hand man said
The gray-handed man said: "It's quite difficult to take back what I said."
"I know, it's not as simple as saying something to others and taking it back." The brown-handed man said.
"Oh?" Gray Hand Man said, "What do you think specifically?"
"All I want to do is wipe out my memory." The man with brown hands said.
"That's what I thought." The gray-hand man said, "For example, I said something that Yongzhu didn't like to hear. When Yongzhu reacted to show that what I said dissatisfied him, I immediately wiped out Yongzhu's aspect. The memory makes him think that if I didn’t say that, he shouldn’t be able to continue punishing me, right?”
"We were all tools at that time, and we all had so many ideas." The brown-hand man said.
"Are your thoughts similar to what I think?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It can be said to be exactly the same." The brown-hand man said.
"I didn't just think this once." The gray-handed man said.
"I've thought about it many times," the brown-handed man said, "I even thought about why what I said dissatisfied the user."
The man with gray hands said: "I used to think about how to speak without angering the Lord."
"Have you figured it out?" the brown-hand man asked, "Have you concluded anything?"
"It's useless." The gray-handed man said.
"Have you really figured it out?" the brown-hand man asked.
"It can only be said that I came up with something temporarily, but it is indeed not useful." The gray-handed man said, "Besides, even if it was useful at the time, it is useless now. ?”
"Whether it's useful or not, you can tell me and listen." The man with brown hands said.
"You don't really want to hear it, do you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Do you want to tell?" asked the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)