Desire

The Plum sale at Changyeong-lu was not a place to come because it had a lot of money. You can't enter this place without bringing in an Epic Maiden. Besides your wealth, you hide people who want to enter the merchants' merchants' merchants' merchants' merchants' merchants' unions. What was needed to summon the great virgin was not money, but fame and skill, and because of that, the Plum's Angle of Chan Sang-lu was one of the most secret places on the wall and also a place to show itself.

“Then, let me tell you a story. ”

The statue is set, but no one touches the glass. In order to maintain confidentiality, the girls had not taken it in yet, and there were only three men in the high and beautiful Plum House. The wind looks at the bloodshed sitting across from him and says, The White House of Blood. The tiger cub says puppies are not born, but the wind tells me the White House was a great puppy. The wind looked at the White House and pressed down on the cracking smile to swallow.

It's a huge body. It was dressed in a big robe, but under it, it was also large enough to be recognized. The greasy face was ugly because the cardboard was buried in the flesh, and it was doubtful that it would be possible to spread a sophisticated sword because the hand to hold the sword grew thicker. I can't believe the stars are still bleeding. I pressed down on the desire to wear my tongue and swallowed. But in my youth, I was told it was a fierce inspection. The wind glances at his son, who is sitting quietly beside the blood. The second son of the White House. Seeing how handsome he is, he looks just like his father. No, the blood is too fat.

‘It's a pity. ’

The wind returns to see the blood flow and think. Although the blood soura was slightly smokier than the wind, it was similar when the two of them blew their names. He showed an outstanding sword even though it was the age of the terms and conditions for his son, who was the first to come out, and so he earned the star of Blood Juice. But that was over 20 years ago. A sky-high, soaring drone confronts a large wall and is frustrated by not being able to break it or cross it. Being a lung who can't overcome frustration and doesn't take care of the body. It's a common story.

‘But... your skills don't seem to rust very much. ’

I don't know if the sword is sharp, but at least the internal air is very deep. Are you trying to shrink it with the momentum that erupts during secretion? Well, they're rumored to have consumed all the elixirs of elixir. Nevertheless, not being able to cross the wall... is either not talented, lacking in effort, or frustrated too quickly. The wind puts its hand on the sleeve.

“... are you sure about this? ”

He looks at the wind with his eyes buried in flesh and asks for blood. At that point, the wind lifted off the hand I put on my sleeve with a smile. In his hand was a translucent little sphere.

“I'm here to tell you the story of the Patriarch. For a detailed story, share it yourself. ”

Heave-ho. Seeing the sphere that the wind has put down, the blood stream sounds surprised.

“The magic tools of Gracia. ”

“Very useful. ”

A magic device that can communicate over short distances can be easily obtained, but a magic device that can communicate for as long as it is far away from the wall is priceless. But it's worth it. The wind concentrates the mind and builds strength into the magic tools. The magic sphere roars and glows only after it's almost halfway through. Soon, the magic sphere's light subsided. This is due to the strength on the other side of the signal.

[Long time no see, Blood. It's been five years.]

A heavy voice came out. The crystal sphere gives the opposing Pokémon a blurry look. A symbol for the Passage Gate. It's blood. You kneel down, rapidly correcting the posture of the blood.

“Oh, it's been a long time. Lord Checkmate.”

"Sir." You're being too polite to hostile doomsday symbols. The wind looks at the bloodstream as if it were pathetic. I mean, he's a fucking farmer. That's why he's a fucking asshole.

[Stop greeting me. So, what's the story?]

He shakes his hand and says. The question swallowed a saliva called blood. Becoming the epitome of blood. It's a dream I had for a long time after I was born as a child of a happy marriage. A dream that will come naturally even if this side is not in a hurry. However, until now, I couldn't take the position of the blood punctuation as an honor.

The bloodstream became too weak. And the blood number was also too old for the youth when ambition and effort matched. He knew that he could no longer hope for the progress of the shameless, and that if he became a doodle, his blood would be bitten by other hunter dogs. It is true that even his father, the Blood Count, knew it.

“... if the Lord Almighty will help me...”

He said, swallowing a gulp of blood. I wouldn't have to be so anxious if I had a healthy heart. The ambition to become the portrait of blood is already old. He was satisfied with his current life. The strong unmanned spirit was the door to the bloodline, and he liked to live all kinds of luxurious lives under it. But it can't last forever. The sickness of the phantom was deep, and the blood gate was crumbling accordingly. What seemed really crazy was the ambitious two sons who resembled themselves. Fuckin 'sons who are preparing to gather the Bladers in the bloodstream to make their blood count the next door, even though I didn't ask them to. It was great sincerity, but it seemed like the blood supply was twisted.

[There's no reason I can't help you. Even the bridegroom is old, but it's his childhood to retire and let the Yoohyun live in a secluded place.]

He relaxed, touching his beard. He smiled awkwardly at the words of the blood. He accepted what the blood suggested. With the help of the Swordsman, I was able to reverse the spiritual reverence and become a blood crest. It was a choice to break the tradition of blood and make it a puppet of the Patriarch Gate, but at least you can get the protection of the Patriarch Gate. It's better than being bitten by other hounds and not leaving any leather.

[This letter is meant to send you 200 elite members of the Defensive Gateway. Is that not enough?]

“Wealth, it's not enough... but my father...”

[Well. You don't seem to know your friend much better than the one I saw.]

One blood test smiles low.

[I don't know if I can catch the remarried couple with 200 elite characters in the text. Never turn a master upside down in a battle that has already begun. Especially when you can't ignore your age. Still, I don't think I'll let you fight the elite of the Defensive Gate with the loving blood brothers. Obviously, if you bring in the elite of the defeated gate, the Great Person will step down from the doorway quietly.]

I'm sure it is. I've convinced him of the shivering look of blood. He knew his father as such. A man whose blood is more important than his children. At one point, I tried to live up to that expectation... but my self-awareness drove me away from the sight of blood.

[Then the story is over. Tomorrow, I will dispatch the elite of the Passenger Gateway to the Wall.]

“Yes, yes. ”

He bows his head as if it were a flurry of blood.

*

What the hell do you want to do? ’

The scarlet was halfway across the body and looked at Azin's back as if it were an anomaly. I just came into the room, sat down, and I said a few words at first. Afterwards, Azin never looked at the scarlet, but only at the closed door. At first I thought it was a new approach, but I hesitated a few times to be surprised by the sharp force that comes out each time. Now I've given up.

‘I just wanted to think about it. Are you saying the money's rotting? Giving money at a high price...'

It was the first time I had been so blatantly ignored since I became the daughter of Chan, Khyung Ru. Even if I turn around and make a sound on purpose, I don't look at it quietly. And what do you mean, you might die? Hmph, I'll give it a shot. The rash gives his eyes a lot of strength and stares at Azin's back, but he doesn't talk.

Picture it.

“Huh? Rats? ”

The measles was furious with the cries of a small mouse. Where is the mouse? He looks around, surprised, and the silent azin rises to his feet. The rash looks at the pain of placing his hand on the closed door and asks with a trembling voice.

“Uh, where? ”

“Toilet.”

Ajin replied with a gruesome voice. Before asking, "Do you know where...” Ajin opens the door and walks out.

“Haematology has moved. ”

Immediately after closing the door, Jung-ho is lost in the shadows. Azin nods and walks. “Go down the stairs.” I didn't listen. I might get caught on the first floor for no reason. Azin approaches the window. The extended senses were saying that no one was there. In case you haven't noticed, there's a bigger master hiding out here than me. Azin looks down. Second floor, not so high. Ajin flies away lightly.

What's the story?

“The Blood Sura has accepted the offer of the Passage Gate. ”

[Thank goodness. It was a bad move.]

I landed without a sound. “Behind the building, to the left.” According to a grumbling horse, Azin kills and moves. I could not enter the Plum angle, but I had to contact hematopathology. The method I chose was "latrine." No matter how hard a master enters, he has to be sent out. I've also thought about contacting blood, but Azin has never seen the face of blood. You may know the face of Azin, the Blood Juice, but if you need to make contact, you'd better be a man with cotton balls.

“Hematology is peeing. ”

“You don't have to say it, you idiot. I don't even know how great the hematopathology stuff is. ”

When he lowered his voice, he replied with a distorted glabella. It was made with a real voice, not with a foreground tone, and Jung-ho kept his mouth shut. Thin doesn't look like it's going to work. Jung-ho kicked his tongue as he looked through the eyes of the minister.

“Turn to the right. ”

According to Jungho, Azin turns to the right with a thicket in front of him. Behind Changyeonglu, the expansive lake. You see a raised front in the middle. That's the Plum's Cabinet. 'I'm glad I don't have to fight anywhere.’ I was thankful to the haematologist for going to the toilet and doing business.

“... the Great Blood Dragon? ”

I encountered a surprised face of haematology. His face was smoother than the last time I saw him. Azin stops walking and looks at the haematology with a slight smile.

“It's been a long time, Your Highness. ”

No need to look surprised. It was for this moment that I came into Chanhyeong-lu and came into contact with haematology while doing this shapeless thing. You're here, and I'm here. You're surprised to see me, but I'm not surprised to see you.

What's the matter with you?

I know you're here.

How so?

I know what you're up to.

“How was your meeting? ”

Ajin asked in a relaxed voice. In that question, the face of hematopathology was frozen cold. He shrugs and asks.

“... what meeting? ”

“I'm sure you know that. ”

I took it slow. I don't intend to give you the right answer. Reflect and imagine what you want. Why I'm asking you this, how much do I know? Vibrate through it and tell your father and his sarcophagus. Blood Dragon Master is here.

“.. Kmm. The girls of Chonghyung Lu are always happy women. ”

When he lowered his horse's tail slightly, he smiled. That's how you get back to it. Azin shrugs.

“Ah, I see. I can't believe a three-year-old man enjoys a story with that expensive Lady Chan Sang-lu beside him. You're a luxury I can hardly even dream of. ”

The mouth of haematogenology was firmly bitten.

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@ Nanpeshik

In an objective sense, it is a jungle of raw sugar.

So, the service scene.

Heh heh heh, the geological scent accumulated early on;

Pokarihan Fund

Support @ Raw Sugar x Persian?

Friendship lily isn't bad either.

Nesstor

@ Even if Kawai One Rory comes out, it looks like Kawai will break his limbs into one star... If Raw Sugar gives birth to Ajin's daughter, that's when Rory will be eaten. But the daughter who inherited half the nature of azine and raw sugar became the Yandererri who wanted to take her father away from her mother...

If Lori's legitimate, I think she'd be okay to come out.

kunhe

@ Honestly, there are a lot of Harem supporters, but Eagle is like the majority of its readers are against Raw Sugar. ㅋ ㅋ Raw Sugar Bridge is more than the majority of Eagle readers, so Raw Sugar Manshai!

I don't think I can handle it if there are too many girls.

Distant hallucinations

@ is more of a psychopath... than a sociopath.

I get emotional all the time.

Elder Snake

I like Persian red hair, lick the raw sugar and acacia.

I think everyone has their charms.