Desire

“Phew. ”

Azin breathes heavily. The internal affairs have already been tickled. I only lifted the Thousand Shin a little, but I can't afford to be in the air. If it hadn't been for the Thousand Horsemen, the battle would have been longer. Ajin sits down in front of his bald head, wiping away the sweat that flows on his forehead. He's just knee-deep in the middle of his face, and he's still struggling.

“Isn't this taking too long? ”

Persian comes out of the shadows. Ajin looks at Persian lips that are slightly redder than before and asks nothing. I wouldn't have had a grumpy meal the whole time I was here. He grabs the bald head and asks.

“Are you the leader of the Longevity Mountain Bandits? ”

“Son of a bitch, why would I answer that? ”

At the moment of the insult, Azin twists the scrub on his shoulder and dips it deeply. The bald man groans in agony, making his face flush. Azin stares at him indifferently.

“You'd better think about it and say it. You don't want to die?”

“Ugh...”

He chews his lips and swallows them. He sighs, looking at him with open eyes, and he smiles at him.

“You're not the chief because you can't answer. Who is the leader?”

“Son of a bitch, I sold my comrade...”

“You don't understand. ”

Azin mumbles and draws his scabbard. I shook it in front of my bald head as I shook off the wet water.

“If you answer another question from now on, I'll start with your fingertips and I'll have your flesh thinned. But... you should know better. I've never experienced such cruel torture, so it might be too deep for me to lose weight. ”

“I'll give it a try...! ”

“Fantastic. Let's give it a try, then. ”

Azin grabs the wrinkly bald arm. He forcefully clenches his fist, then grips his middle finger. He shakes his hands in front of the bald head and takes the blade of the scalpel to his fingertips. His face turned white.

“Rrrrgh... ugh...”

The sharp blade of the scepter pierces your fingertips. Azin starts under his fingernails and moves his divination slowly. The scales of Basrodel are sharp enough that even though they don't give you much power, you start cutting up your flesh from under your fingernails. He said as he watched the blood rushing from his hands.

“I don't feel so good. What about you?"

“Ugh... ughhh...”

The bald man can't answer, but his face trembles. In the meantime, Azin grabs the index finger with all the flesh of his middle finger.

“Who's the boss? ”

“Fuck..”

I didn't listen to the answer until the end. Azin nods and shakes his head again. Screaming, the screamer cuts off his index finger. White bone is visible through the red blood, and Azin giggles.

“This is... I heard a proper specialist can cut off blood flow. I'm not doing so well. I don't want to spill too much blood and die like this.”

“Bae, bae, bae...”

The bald man stammers. In saying that, he glanced at him with a sparkle.

“What did you say? ”

“Tongue... blood... white card...”

“Is the Blood Veil a star? You've never heard of it. How strong are they?”

“I don't know."

“I suppose so. How many bandits are there? ”

Azin nods and asks again. The bald man distorted his face without answering properly. It doesn't matter what you tell us about the chief, but the bandit's gun is an exposure to power. You can't easily give me information about the gang. Azin admired his loyalty and gave him all five fingers of flesh. As the blood spills, bald face becomes white, dull, and the focus becomes blurred. Ajin said, putting pressure on the blood first and stopping the bleeding.

“Let's start with the other hand. Or face it. Doesn't it matter if you're ugly? ”

“About eighty..."

Did the threat work? Baldness trembled and said. In saying that, he smiled white.

“Stand up.”

Azin said, putting in his master's armor. The bald man stands up trembling. Azin glances at Persian, looking away at him.

“Will you take care of him for a moment?" ”

“What are you going to do? ”

Persian asks again. Azin answers by recovering the slander he had thrown at the other bandits.

“I'm going to see Master for a moment. ”

“She's in the middle of her training. She won't be pleased. ”

“A cute apprentice came and won't be thrown out. ”

Azin shrugs. He gives you a big smile and nods. She flies her tongue at the shivering bandits.

“It smells like blood. I'm full, but... If it's too late, I might eat it. ”

“I'll be right back. ”

This was the first time I had entered the Shadow Room myself, but I knew how. He stands in his shadow, conscious of him. Opening the door, going inside. The moment I opened my eyes, Azin stood not in the Longevity Mountain, but in the castle of Persia, which I had visited a long time ago.

“.. and I didn't hear where he was. ”

You said you wanted to eat bald head for fun, but you don't need to spend a lot of time here. If more bandits come here, things will get annoying. Of course, Persians won't stand a chance against bandits. But you want me to do something she didn't even ask you to do? Ajin has decided to hurry.

‘.. in ten days. ’

Immediately after the sailing party, the Black Snow Scent declared the Abandoned tube training and ordered Azin not to come. She also goes to the Persian castle to show that her will is solid, and never comes to see him again. The boat party, the emotional line that seemed to touch on the deck, was kept intact thanks to it. Azin smiles bitterly, recalling the smell of black snow kissing his mouth. At that time, I didn't really know what he was saying.

“Why are you here? ”

A voice suddenly approaches. Azin, who was looking inside the castle, was furious and looked back. The scent of Raw Snow gives you a fat face and stares at the pain. It was only ten days ago, but the smell of Raw Snow was much different from the last time I saw it. The gorgeous dress at the boat party was all over the place, dressed in a flabby suit, and it was a mess without brushing my hair. She narrows her eyes and stares at the pain.

“The Mainlander said she would do the pulmonary training. Don't you know what a pulmonary canal is? ”

“I'm here to talk to you about something. ”

Azin stared at the face of Raw Snow. The words made my face slightly numb with the smell of Raw Snow. She blinks her one eye and blushes.

“What, what? What the hell are you...?”

Azin grinned bitterly as he saw the groaning and shouting. ‘This must be the one.’ That's what he thought.

“Seal of the inner air, can you please untie me? ”

The taste of raw snow tingled my lips. She blushes even more, and comes at him, clapping her fists. Azin bites his teeth tightly as he had already anticipated. Phew! A fist with a black snow scent made his head spin.

“It's been a long time since I've been here...! You're the one I didn't even want to see.”

“You're the one who told me not to come. ”

Ajin grunts, touching his right cheek. In response, the smell of Raw Snow shook his shoulders and twisted his fist again. This time it was the other cheek.

“Yes! I told you not to come! Then why are you here? ”

“I told you. Unseal the inner circle.”

“No!”

Raw Snow's scent screams heavily. At that, he sighed and touched his cheek. The subject of the angry fist swing was controlling quite a lot, and it hurt and hurt, but that's all.

“There are no bridges in progress. ”

The words made me shiver with the smell of raw snow.

“I did, but it was destroyed a hundred years ago by a sectarian brute force. ”

“.. these idiots... they're naming themselves after the church, no matter how different the world is!" ”

Raw Snow's scent shivers and spits out. He was originally a priest of the Church, so he was angry at the death of the Church. Azin stared at the scent of Raw Snow and said,

“So I'm going to do it. ”

The scent of Raw Snow tightened its lips and looked at the pain. The first time I told Azin to make a martyrdom, it was the smell of Raw Snow. It may have been symbolic, but it has now become a means of penetrating the game's victory and defeat.

“This disciple had to be stronger than anyone to make the strong zone that Master had said, but there was no limit to it since it was sealed. So...”

“The world's unmanned must be pretty strong, huh? ”

Asin nods at the question of black snow scent.

“There's not much of a tidebringer, like everywhere... but it's hard to deal with the right one. ”

Raw Snow sighed heavily. She rubs her chin as she thinks for a moment and stares at Ajin. The smell of raw snow scratching my head while I was looking at the pain with my lips.

“Well, I'm sure it's fine. You seem to be quite familiar with your body... and the game has begun in earnest, but you can't stay in such a fuzzy situation forever. ”

The murmuring smell of Raw Snow approached Azin. Her hand pounds on him gently.

“We're done here. Don't come to me. ”

Raw snow whines and turns its head. Azin looks at her fat face and asks.

“How long will you be practicing your fallopian tubes? ”

“Until I'm satisfied. ”

“Don't you want to see your apprentice? ”

“Don't talk nonsense and get lost! ”

The scent of Raw Snow shifts and shouts. Azin reaches out and grabs the Raw Snow shoulder. The words startled me and caused me to turn around. Azin smiles bloody and kisses her lightly.

“Well, what are you doing! ”

The scent of Raw Snow shivers back in fury. Azin wiped his lips with the back of his hand and said with a smile.

“Last revenge. ”

“Huh? ”

“That's when Master first said. ”

Azin shrugs. In response, the black snow flashes dazed eyes, reddening his face and turning his gaze.

“.. a fool..”

“Next time, I'd like to see it in my bed. ”

Azin nods and bows his head.

“I'll be going, then. Work hard.”

“.. don't die anywhere. And...”

The scent of Raw Snow didn't finish the sentence, and his lips wept. Asin tilts her head, and she mutters in a sighing voice.

“... Persian, don't be too nice to Miss Coco. ”

Raw Snow's scent twists. She wraps her head around her hand and spits out a low groan, kicking the top of the ground and pulling away from Ajin. Azin shudders as he looks behind the scent of the distant black snow.

“Well, she's easy to know. ”

As he murmurs, Azin checks his body. The air that had been sealed and pressed until now was overflowing. Azin smiles brightly, shivering in the air filled with short arms.

“... let's go catch a tiger. ”