Chapter 6454 (Six Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty Four) Rebellion
"I still have to answer." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands smiled deliberately and asked: "Why are you so rebellious?"
"Rebellion?" The gray-hand man smiled, "This is so fresh to hear from you."
"What you want is freshness." The brown-hand man said, "Do you also like freshness very much?"
Gray Hand Man said: "I really like the freshness, but this freshness is too fresh."
"So you don't like it very much?" the brown-hand man asked.
"I didn't say I didn't like it very much." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands: "Then what does 'too fresh' mean?"
"It's too fresh. It's just too fresh. It's just that the level of freshness has become higher." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands: "Do you like it or not?"
"I like it," said the man with gray hands, "but it also makes me think of other things."
"What else?" asked the brown-hand man.
"This is how we were called 'rebellious' before." The gray-handed man said.
The man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands: "Just now you said you wanted to answer, but you haven't answered that question yet, right?"
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Before I had a chance to answer, you made me feel 'too fresh'."
The man with brown hands said: "This doesn't affect anything. Even so, you can still answer at this time, right?"
"Yes." The gray-handed man said, "Then I will answer the question I just wanted to answer seriously - yes."
"How many detours did you go through to say 'right'?" asked the man with brown hands.
"What do you want to hear?" The gray-handed man smiled, "Want to hear 'wrong'?"
"Of course not," said the brown-hand man, "I knew you wouldn't say 'no'."
“Do you think I feel ‘wrong’ in my heart?” the gray-handed man asked.
"That's not the case," said the brown-hand man. "I'm pretty sure I got it right."
"Then why did you say what you just said?" asked the gray-handed man. "What?" asked the man with brown hands.
"How many detours did you go through to say 'right'?" The gray-handed man said, "Is that what you just said?"
"Yes." The brown-handed man said.
"Why do you say that?" asked the gray-handed man.
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands: "Because I just want to hear more from you."
"If you can say 'right' clearly, why do you need to say it more?" asked the man with gray hands.
"The more you talk, the more I will listen." The brown-hand man said.
"For this kind of thing, just answer a question. Do you want to listen more?" the gray-handed man asked.
The brown-hand man just said "hmm".
The man with gray hands said to the man with brown hands: "Then I will replace 'right' with 'yes, that's right, it's the Lord, what you said is accurate'. Is this enough?"
The man with brown hands said to the man with gray hands, "Okay, that's good."
"I asked you if it was enough." The gray-handed man said.
"You don't need to ask if it's enough." The brown-handed man smiled.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because there's not enough," said the brown-hand man.
"Not enough?" The Gray-Hand Man asked, "Are you saying that no matter how much I say, it won't be enough?"
The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Yes."
The man with gray hands said: "Then I might as well not change to the last sentence, right?"
"It's different." The brown-hand man said.
"Why is it different?" Gray Hand Man said, "When I said 'right', it was not enough. I changed it to 'Yes, that's right, it's my master, what you said is accurate', but it's still not enough. Anyway, it's not enough." It’s not enough.”
(End of chapter)