Chapter 6425 (Six Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty Five) Magic Fog
"What did I say?" the gray-handed man asked deliberately.
"Are you still interested at this point?" the brown-hand man asked.
"What I'm afraid of is bringing back memories of the past, and the person I'm thinking of is Yongzhu." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands smiled and said: "When did you think of the user's situation?"
"Oh, you have thought of this step?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The brown-hand man said, "Soon?"
"It's pretty fast." The gray-handed man said, "It seems that you have something in mind."
The man with the brown hand said to the man with the gray hand, "What have I thought of?"
"It has something to do with the user." The gray-handed man said.
"It must have something to do with the user. What are you talking about?" the brown-handed man asked.
"It's related to the repeated answer." The gray-handed man said.
"Well, that's what I'm asking you too," said the brown-hand man.
The man with the gray hand said to the man with the brown hand: "Guess which time I thought of it?"
"Is it the time when you and I were asked to answer again by the user in the mist?" the brown-handed man asked.
"How did you know?" the gray-hand man asked.
"The first thing I thought of was that time." The brown-hand man said.
"So, you thought of something else?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, I did think of something else." The brown-handed man smiled.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Actually, I also thought of something else."
"Let's talk about that time first." The brown-hand man said.
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Do you still remember clearly what happened that time?"
"Of course I remember." The gray-handed man said.
"Those magical mists were originally created by the master." The brown-handed man said.
"Yes, the master asked us questions, and you and I answered them, but the master was not satisfied." The gray-handed man said. "Would the owner be satisfied if we answered otherwise?" asked the brown-hand man.
"You need to ask the user this question, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"You don't have to ask the owner." The brown-handed man said.
"Then how do you know?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Just guess." The brown-handed man smiled.
"Relying on guessing?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes, it seems obvious at the moment." The man with brown hands said.
The man with the gray hand said to the man with the brown hand, "Do you think the owner would be satisfied or dissatisfied if we answered otherwise?"
"Of course I'm not satisfied." The brown-hand man said.
"It seems you think so too." The gray-handed man smiled.
The man with brown hands said: "Of course I think so. The user asked us why there was so much magic mist. I knew clearly that the user created too much, so I naturally answered like that."
The man with gray hands said: "You seemed quite bold at that time."
"Really?" asked the brown-hand man, "didn't you answer that too?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man smiled, "It's pretty much the same answer as you."
"Do you think you are brave?" the man with brown hands asked.
"Not small," said the gray-hand man, "but that's what I thought at the time."
"You were saying maybe it was because you needed so much magic fog, right?" the brown-handed man asked.
"Yes, I think it's almost the same as what you said." The gray-handed man said.
"Yes." Gray Hand said, "You said that more magic fog would be useful, right?"
The man with brown hands smiled and said, "Yes. Were you worried when you said that?"
"I'm worried." The Gray Hand said, "Although I've tried my best to use the answer that the Lord might want to hear, I'm still worried. Weren't you worried when you said it?"
"How could you not be worried?" the brown-handed man said with a smile.
(End of chapter)