Chapter 5580 (Five Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty) Good Words
The brown-handed man asked, “Why are you talking about this again?”

The Brown-Handed Man said this with a playful tone.

“From the tone of your voice, you seem to be mischievous?” said the man with gray hands.

“Yes.” The brown-handed man said, “You heard it right away.”

Gray Hand said, “Obviously.”

The brown-handed man said, “We talked about similar topics before, right?”

“Yes.” The Gray Hand said, “I have already said it, and I mentioned it again, just like some ordinary people do.”

“What?” the brown-handed man asked deliberately.

“You are asking me this in a naughty way again, aren’t you?” said the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s right.” The brown-handed man said, “You heard it again. I want to hear you tell me what you mean.”

The Gray Hand said, “It’s just talking about a topic that has already been discussed, and it’s like talking about a new topic. Is this what you are thinking of?”

The brown-handed man said, “Yes.”

The Gray Hand said, “I feel like at this moment, you and I are no longer a question of whether we are ordinary people or not. You and I are like two little kids.”

The brown-handed man added: “Every adult was once a child.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Including you and me?”

“Any questions?” asked the brown-handed man.

“I don’t know why, after I transformed, before today, sometimes when I think about the past, I don’t even feel that I was a child.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “Have you ever thought about this before today?”

“It’s not that I’ve thought about it on purpose, it’s just a feeling.” The gray-handed man said, “I just forgot something that happened a long time ago. Of course, when I say a long time ago, I must be referring to before the transformation.” The brown-handed man said again, “I understand your feeling.”

“You’ve had that too?” the Gray Hand Man asked.

“Yes.” The brown-handed man said, “Not when I think about it specifically. Before today, whether I was working or not, I seemed to feel that I had never had certain characteristics. Those characteristics are somewhat related to children.”

“Like naivety?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“There is such a thing.” The brown-handed man said, “I don’t know if I am naive. In the eyes of that person, this is not a good word.”

“Yes.” The Gray Hand Man said, “Not only in his eyes, but even in my eyes before the changes today, this is not a good word.”

The brown-handed man said, “Before I changed today, this was not a good word in my eyes either. It seemed to have something to do with being childish and ridiculous.”

The Gray Hand said, “Yes, that’s about it.”

“But is this idea really yours or mine?” The brown-handed man asked, “I just said that it was in my eyes before the changes today, but is it possible that this idea belongs to that person, or is it just that person’s?”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Maybe. I suddenly thought that many times, some of my so-called thoughts after transformation were actually made by someone else.”

The brown-handed man said, “That’s right. If you think about it carefully, it’s as if someone had instilled some thoughts into me after I was transformed.”

“Inject?” asked the man with gray hands.

When the Brown Hand heard what the Gray Hand said, he knew that the Gray Hand was probably thinking of something, so he asked, “You are thinking of his experience, right?”

The man with gray hands understood that the “he” the man with brown hands was referring to was the person whose stomach was making a rumbling sound at that moment.

“He once went to see the man who knew magic, and that man instilled something into him.” said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)