Desire

Wind is a hybrid. We don't know if Gratia's blood is mixed or Siolence's. It may be Mother's or Father's. The reason was simple. He was an orphan. Most of the half-breeds who lived on the right track were in that position. ‘It's probably my mother.’ I wasn't sure, but the wind always thought so. It was common to see the colored men of Graciana Siolens at the edge of the line, and the wind had also held them several times. Men fight, women fight. You end up not taking responsibility for it. The wind twists its legs and looks out.

But he was feeling a little better. Many and many mixed babies became orphans, and most died as children, but he was still alive and well and had a knack where he could not be ignored. A disciple of the Passenger Gate. In Dara, where the Passenger Gate is filled, very few people don't know his name. According to the star sign, the wind wind was a master of fierce swordsmanship, and another master of the sword of the sword gate, the 'Swordfish Sword’.

And now he's at the Wall. It is said to be an excellent masculine hybrid that is not to be ignored, but with a less distinctive appearance, a mediocre appearance, and loyalty to the inspection. That's why he was at the Wall when he was in Dara.

‘Security is good. ’

The wall is peaceful. The streets are lively and scarcely heard. On the streets were regularly unmanned members of the bloodline patrolling, and the residents of the wall were polite to deal with them. It taught me a lot of things. How much power the blood gates exert within the walls. After reviewing the attitude of the unmanned Bloodmen towards the villagers, their attitudes and horses were poor without raising their voices. I mean, the education went well.

‘The inside is crooked, but the outside is tight. Are you bluffing? "

I thought while touching my chin. The hallucination was old and diseased, and the bloodstream must have been experiencing internal confusion. He was ambitious, the son of the Hallucinogenic, and he was ambitious, but couldn't keep up with his skills. It must have been a long time since I pressed under my father's shadow, so I will struggle to seize the opportunity I came for. But the honeymoon isn't dead yet, and I don't intend to hand over the Bloodstream to Bloodstream. There is enough background for a civil war.

Not only that. Hematoadendrology, leukoencephalopathy and hemophagonal leukemia, the offspring of blood. And a Blood Bleach whitepaper unlike their mother's. It has already been determined that Blood Sura does not deserve the White Void, and regardless of that, the White Void has already surpassed haematogenetics and hemospheres. And behind her was a sigh of joy. Withholding each other from the same blood family. The hallucinations are holding out for a while, but old and sick, he won't be able to hold a giant mansion called the Bloodline for long. If he collapses, the blood gate will shake greatly. The bloodsuckers become the doorposts, and hematopathology and bloodstained dragons become the successors. The White March will be passed on to the Unsullied who supported the happy spirit, and in the end the civil war will devour the power of the blood gate without stopping.

'That's why we control the wall. You don't want to tell me this side's getting weaker.'

That's why the wind came here. To spot the bloodshed and shake it outside once. Externally, the phantom ring is known to be undergoing pulmonary tube training. Whether it's true or false, it doesn't matter. If the phantom is really undergoing pulmonary training, moving this way would be more comfortable, but even if he is not undergoing pulmonary training, there is no problem with working.

The command given to Wind at the Passage was simple. Watch for trends in the wall and contact with the blood stream. Delivering the will of the sword to a powerless and ambitious man. The Passenger Gate supports the hemostat. If you want to get on the bloodstream, I'll help you up here. It doesn't matter whether the blood is hot or not. The important thing is to show the Blood Gate's movements. Even if you know for sure, if you actually go through it, your blood will shake greatly.

I thought you said it was a bloodline. '

They had a strange feeling. The red robes and those with the word "queek" on the left chest were faint, even though they did not smell like a coriander. Are they hiding nothing? No, it can't be. When I heard the story, I heard that those who belonged to the Blood Dragon Clan were originally called the Parak Lakes that were shooting at the roads on the Wall. So it was even weirder. Thinking it was just the movements of the lagoon, their movements disturbed me.

"The Blood Dragon, the Blood Dragon. I've never heard of him. '

I needed to find out more. If it was the great Blood Dragon Master who trained the lake like that in such a short time, he was a dangerous man. The Passenger Doorman's Blood took an orphan and handed him over to the Passenger Door. If things go wrong, the wind will bury the bones on the cliff, but I can gladly give my life for the blessing of One Sword Blood. First, let's find out about the Blood Dragon Bandits. Then we'll have to find a way to get in touch with the clot. The wind comes out for a price. You can see the Blood Dragon patrolling from afar. He's from Lake Parak, and he's got a lot of respect. Is it because of the training of Hematotropism, too? What the hell is he doing? The wind catches up behind the bloodstream, plunging its eyebrows.

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"Impossible."

Persian said with a big smile. She lowers her cup of tea and looks at the joyful spirit sitting right in front of her. Ajin sits a little distance away and watches them carefully. A little nervous. Azin rubs his sweaty hands against his trousers.

".. why?"

The suitor raises his voice to Persian. Looks like a grandfather and granddaughter to me, but Persian is a vampire. It hides for a long time how many decades, how many centuries, behind that young appearance. Reunion will know that, too. No, because it's more unfortunate than that.

The reunion, as promised, visited the Blood Choreographer around noon three days later. No one will cope. Alone. Coming out of the Oval Office like smoke, he immediately demanded a conversation with Persian, and his request for a one-on-one meeting was silenced by Persian. 'I don't want to talk to Ajin. Why?' 'I don't want to sit alone with an old man who smells like medicine.' I thought that pain would feel like this if my liver ran out.

"Turning humans into vampires is not as simple as it sounds."

Persian twists his fingers on the side of his head. It was what the suitor sought, or sought, from Persian. To turn this old, diseased body into a vampire. Immortality that does not die of old age, strong young flesh. It was worth hanging on to a dying hallucination. Even though he was confident that the suitor would demand it, he also told Persian to reject his request. But Persian smiles at that. 'That's not in the nature of what Ajin is asking.' The need for an exhilaration is an exhilaration. It meant that Ajin could not be involved.

"You've lived a long life as a human being, and you have an outstanding work ethic. Your body has changed to suit your workmanship. At least, the inside of the body."

Electrical discharge that holds air and the pulse through which it flows. A well-tuned body for ball-less expansion.

"And vampires aren't human. Turning you into a vampire is simple, but if you become one, you'll lose everything you have. Well, if you're paying me enough, there's nothing I can't turn you into a vampire."

When he said that, he let out a low groan. It's worse and more desperate for an unmanned man than a death sentence. Especially for an elder who has spent his entire life in the service of a shaman.

".. is that really the only way?"

"Yes. Instead, if you take him and become a vampire... the sickness that rots your body will be wiped clean away. We'll be able to rehearse the brushless. We'll have to start all over again."

A cruel thing to say. I've been there once, so I can get there faster than anyone else, but I can't easily accept that offer because of the bloodline's portrait and the adrenaline of the Sappa Three. Re-educate the working class. But how long do we have to spend to get to what we are today? Now that you're an Immortal Vampire, you'll have plenty of time, but there's no way a doorway or slaughterhouse is waiting for him. A man who loses his virginity cannot defend his blood. The blood of a lifetime is destroyed.

"Um..."

The bride groans as she touches her chin. Are you willing to risk your dying life more... or are your eyes closed? 'Not yet.' That's what he thought. It's true that your body is getting sick and rotting, but you don't die right away. Then it would be better to look for other possibilities than to become a vampire right now. At this moment, the Hallucination rests in front of a huge wall. Breaking or crossing this wall will make him a strong unmanned and devastated man. The illness disappears, the body becomes stronger, and the nostrils become higher.

'There's still time.'

You can become a vampire at any time as long as you keep the Blood Dragon Master below. The remarriage concluded. First of all, today's visit is enough to know the possibilities. The hallucination opened its closed eyes. He laughs at the crippled vampire sitting in front of him.

"I understand."

"Will you be a vampire?"

Persian smiles with his fangs. He waved his head slowly.

"Let's think a little bit more about that."

I took a step back and let go. It's not that urgent yet. With so much to lose as being a vampire, it would be better to stabilize the bloodshed, reinvent the bloodstream, retire, and become a vampire. The best thing to do is to break the wall and abandon the dying body... but the spirit awakens.

"It's been a pleasure."

"Me too."

Unlike the grumpy head, Persian attitude was dry. She turns her head and yawns small, avoiding the obvious boredom of conversation. Please, Persian. Azin swallows a gulp and watches the sights, but the haunting generously says nothing about her attitude.

"The Blood Dragon Master."

The bride calls out to him. Damn it, Azin bows his head, swallowing profanity. She looks down at the pain and speaks.

"The new recruits, they're worth it. I saw you practicing, but you're really good at it even though you haven't learned anything without bloodline."

I mean the player. It is natural for you to grow faster since you have mastered skilllessness. Azin lowers his head deeply.

"Thank you."

"I have a lot of expectations for Hematotropism. At that time, what the great Blood Dragon said to me was that I would put the blood on the top of Safar Moor in five years."

I thought it was the howling of a hound, sniffing at the delusions of an unknown land, or the smell of prey.

"I think it might be possible."

I wasn't delusional. I don't know if I'm a hunter or not. The haunting smile reveals its teeth. After all, it was true that Azin was excellent. Like a ghost, I have what I want. So did a vampire... and his spirit turned. Even though he had studied many things, he had not yet figured out what the background of pain was.

'He's a jerk, but I can't throw him away right now.'

The Hallucinogenic appearance disappeared.

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Ajin is a sociopath, a cruel, selfish, suspicious patient. If readers can't empathize with Ajin, it's the right thing to do. Ajin is a very twisted, personality-prone man. And that's getting better and better as the story goes on.

I feel sorry for @ Persiq.

If it wasn't for the smell of Raw Snow, even Persian would have a chance...

At this rate, Azin said to Acacia, "Don't let the women get to you. Make a wish."

So acacia, black snow and Persian are all much stronger than azin.

Did Park Hoon @ Hull Paranox write that too?! It felt similar, but... are you a genius?!

Paranox looked fast... but I think it's better to be a vampire than you. What do you think?

Heh heh; Thank you for watching Paranox. Persian is good, but also good with Raw Snow scent;

Pokari Hangul @ Raw Sugar Bridge!

I don't think a Raw Snow assistant is possible in the story...

Casarterio

Too many Harems are bad, but I think it's good enough. There are still a few hundred coins left. Happy Thanksgiving ~ ^ o ^

Actually, I'm not very good with Harems;

Corrupt Wizard @ Haha... Watch carefully. Why don't you promote it in the review?

I've mentioned in a few reviews that I wrote a new book.

Distant hallucinations

@ Zachary feels all dark (only what I saw)

I'm not very good with bright characters.

bl off

When @ Persiq saw the pain of bloodshed, it was more Persian than black and white! I called him the protagonist of last year's debacle, but apparently, Persian monologue isn't the only reason.

Yeah, but he's a suspect.