Chapter 5127
Voice Control
Chapter 5127 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Twenty Seven) Voice Control
"I feel it has something to do with him." said the man with gray hands.
"I feel the same way," said the brown-handed man.
The Gray Hand Man looked at the man and said to the Brown Hand Man, "Look at the way he breathes."
"What's wrong?" asked the brown-handed man.
“I always feel that the size of this tree bead is a bit like his breathing,” said the Gray Hand Man.
"Yes, it seems to be related." The brown-handed man said, "Did you see it, or did you suddenly have some feeling?"
"It must be a sudden feeling." said the man with gray hands.
"I think if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have seen this resemblance." The brown-handed man said, "His breathing is so fast, how can it be like the tree bead zooming in and out?"
The Gray Hand Man asked, "What on earth is this Tree Pearl doing by doing this? Is he using something in his body to do something?"
The brown-handed man said, "Could it be that he is controlling the sound of his voice?"
The Gray Hand Man said, "Control the sound? If you think so, then maybe his hoarse speech before was affected by the environment here?"
The brown-handed man said, “I thought he was the one who shouted like that just now.”
The Gray Hands man said, "I thought so just now, but now I see, it's not certain. Maybe it was because of the shouting, or because of the environment, or maybe it was both."
The brown-handed man said, "I am getting more and more confused now."
The Gray Hand said, "Perhaps the things that we cannot understand now will become very clear to us in a while."
The brown-handed man asked, "Do you always remember to think positively now?"
The Gray Hand Man said, "Try your best."
At this moment, the man spoke again.
"You're all gone... I've said so much, but you guys never came out. You're cowards... That's it." said the man.
The Brown Hand Man said to the Gray Hand Man, "His voice seems to be less hoarse now?"
The Gray Hand said, "Yes, it seems to have fully recovered."
The brown-handed man looked at the tree bead and said to the gray-handed man, "Is the tree bead the same size as before?"
"I think so," said the Brown-Handed Man.
"It seems that the tree beads are no longer shrinking?" asked the man with gray hands.
"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "It seems to have really stopped changing in size. This is great!" The gray-handed man said, "Is there a connection between the fact that his voice is no longer hoarse and the fact that the tree bead no longer shrinks? If so, what is the connection?"
The brown-handed man said, “I am thinking about this now, but I still don’t understand it.”
At this time, the two heard the man speaking again.
"control?"
"Own?"
"Control yourself?"
"I remembered again what the person who didn't dare to... dare to stand up just now said."
"Can you...can you...control yourself?"
"Can you let yourself... out?"
"Can you please stop being so... so timid?"
"You can't even do it yourself, who are you talking about?"
"A coward... that's it... I still... this sentence."
"If you have the guts... come out."
"What are you doing...where I can't see..."
"Sneaky."
"Have you left?"
"I…I don't think you're necessarily gone."
"You should be in some corner... watching me."
"You are afraid of me..."
"Yes……"
"You are afraid..."
"Of course... I'm afraid of you."
(End of this chapter)