Desire

The ribs come out. The wind naturally realizes that. He swiftly swipes his foot and spreads his gaze. He quickly opened his distance to the pain and spits out the throbbing blood. My internal injuries have caused me to spit blood. How many broken? He lowers his hand to touch his side, then quits. I'm just making a hole. The wind spits blood again. The disgusting aftertaste was hovering in my mouth.

“Why don't you come quietly? ”

Azin clenched his fist and said, smoking. Relax one hand behind your waist and stand with your legs apart. Looking at Azin, the wind kicked his tongue. He said he was better off on a post-test, but that was bullshit. The first stroke was sharp enough to be damaged even by the same grade of master. And now you're telling me that a kid that age turned on me and put up a fight? I didn't watch my back. This is the backyard of the Bloodline. A place where the opponent can't relax because of the Sewers. Ideally, you should leave as soon as possible, but which idiot would be more relaxed? ‘Strong.’ The wind thought, holding the sword strong. At least he was able to escape the framework of the Late Exponent. They were counter-attacked because they only thought about the attack. If we fight the right fight... or can we fight the right fight? My ribs are out and my intestines are damaged. I'm pressing into the air, but I'm not comfortable moving my body.

Should we put down our swords and follow him? I can't do that. It's not a sense of life, it's loyalty to the sword. We need to shut him up. The wind lowers the pose. There are a lot of men who are hardworking compared to their age. I learned it under good teachers, I was gifted, I drank the elixir like food. Most shitty case, all three of them. But there are some things that are fortunate and genius can't help but work, talent and luck. That's the millennium. One more spoon means one more swing of the sword.

“You don't listen. ”

Azin takes a small step. There were a lot of people who looked this way, making a loud noise. NPC, probably a player. The more the audience, the better. When NPCs see this, they will know the strength of the new Hematotropism, and it will give rise to rumors that will give rise to the name of Azin. It doesn't matter if the player sees it. It is intended to make you feel doubtful that the service is too strong for the month in between. In relation to the blood text behind Azin, it makes me feel that the power of Azin comes from the blood text. If so, the player will be surrounded by blood.

‘It doesn't matter if you can't defeat it. This is the Wall. The spirit that heard the rumors will definitely move. ’

If the wind is more intense than you think and Azin cannot be defeated, you can stall until the fever breaks. But... I don't think we should wait for the wedding. Azin stretches his foot forward. After a few strikes, the wind was strong. It's nothing compared to a happy marriage, but it's better than black and white wine.

But compared to the smell of raw snow, it is a newborn. Asin, who survived every day under her thumb, was already accustomed to the onslaught of black snow and its speed. Black with a whiff, but slower than Master. No, it's not as bitter as her accent. Ajin dares to blow himself up. I don't use it because it's too eye-catching. I intend to show strength, but I can't see it all. Hiding the power of three halves, the Thousand Wars and the Forge. The wind shifts his wrist as he looks at the rushing pain.

‘You're here first. There's no need to rush... I don't have enough experience. ’

I'm thankful you came first from over there. The wind lowers your lower back and bends your torso back. It is the true sword of the Passenger Gate that has developed the wind. It's fierce, fast. In the nine swords, the wind was intended to use the eight-second plaque of the proverbial bayonet. A little closer. It's not my street yet. The rider's equation of the Blade is blatant. Bend at the waist, bend your torso back, and lengthen your right arm with the sword. Bending forward while simultaneously bouncing the waist, swinging the sword big. The posture is too big and there are many gaps. An incomplete sheath.

But it leads directly to the old-growth chord, the Confucius Sword. The user bounces back and kicks the ground. The posture is to run at him, scoffing at the big-sword, and swing the sword immediately. Just a little farther. The wind's eyes become sharper. You grip the gap. He gives you strength to the waist and knees.

The windy cilantro took a split stance. Might be powerful, but I don't believe in it. A short distance from the sword, the wind shifts. The movement that combines the archery projections is as fierce as the speed at which the wet bow protests return. The wind draws close, and his sword sprinkles a silver light. Azin bounces off his knee. The wind-driven sword slashes the air, and Azin's body flies through the sky. He twists in the air. I tried to imitate the Unabomber of Agony, but it was only an imitation because it was not formally trained. But the desired movement was enough. Azin, who turned over in the air, clenched his fist and placed it on his waist.

You dodged. The wind turns without panic. Every blade of the proverbial blade was completely melted into his body. Aerial enemy, stabbing. My body moved faithfully before I even gave the order. A swift throwing sword rips through the wind. Saab! I'm deaf from the harsh wind pressure. He cuts the black collar across his chest, and Azin reaches out. Paang! The hand of the wind and the hand of Azin collide. What was broken was the wrist of the wind.

“Hehe!”

The wind squeezes and wrinkles its waist. A sword that has already been made. It's too late to retrieve it. If so, the sword of the wind falls over Azin's back. Azin twists his back and flips. The outstretched hand gently pushes away the flimsy sword. Paang! As the sword of the wind flies to the side, his body rolls around the ground. The hand is frozen, but it's easy to move. Azin bounces back and swings his legs toward the wind. Qaczyk! The wind lifts his arm in a hurry, but Azin's feet break his forearms. I twisted my floating body and twisted my other foot. Baaak! A sore foot sticks into the throat of the wind. The wind does not even scream, and the ground rolls.

“It's not even my clothes. ”

Azin, who is standing on the ground, mutters as he sweeps his hand across the cut chest. Jung-ho whispers in the shadows. Azin ignores him and reaches out to the wind. He blinks and faints. Azin looks around, grabbing the collar of the wind. There were many audiences who were chatting and looking this way. Azin takes away the sword of the wind and grabs his bloodstream. As he rests on his shoulders, the door of Chanhyeong-ru opens wide.

“Oh my God. Am I interrupting your pleasures? ”

Azin grins at the haematologist who looks at him with frightening eyes. By his side, there was a pig with plenty of root to feed the large family. Blood.

“Tongue, Blood Dragon Master. What the hell...?”

“An enemy of blood with impure intent. ”

Azin glanced at the air on his shoulders and said. The words made the face of haematology pale. Before he speaks of Moore, the blood rushes forward, restraining him. He clears his throat low and sees pain.

“Mm-hmm. You must be the... Great Blood Dragon Master. ”

“I meet the sector lord. Forgive me for being dressed like this, and for not being able to kneel. ”

Azin lowers his head slightly. His thick cheeks tremble. He raises his right finger in a puddle and points to a cold.

“.. but an enemy of blood... what does that even mean? ”

“I can't tell you in a place with a lot of people watching and a lot of ears. ”

Ajin smiled and said. I looked around for blood. There's a lot of people watching. Due to the presence of blood relatives and the recent efforts of the Blood Dragon Bandit, the streets of the wall have greatly reduced their disputes. For them, this was a long entertainment, and everyone was interested in a face filled with rumors, ranging from the famous Blood Dragon Master to the blood-related Blood Juice. However, just because there were so many people watching, I couldn't let the wind get in the way like that. Low clearance, called blood water.

“So this is about blood. Then it's best to report to me, the sector owner...”

“The Lord's command. ”

Azin lowers his head deeply, blurring his horse's tail as if it were a blur. He speaks with a heavy voice of grief.

“It would be better to transfer this man's identity to the Lord in front of us right now, but the Lord commanded me to bring him here myself. I'm sorry."

Of course, the remarriage never gave such an order. But how do you know the transvestite in the bloodline knows that Azin is selling his name, and how do you know the blood and haematology? Azin smiles, watching the still bloodshed.

“I'm sorry to interrupt the fun. I am so envious of the richest men and women who share their families. So, I'm going to leave now. ”

I wish you'd come at me with a fever. Azin thought, looking at the air on his shoulders. Then I'm sure I can get you there. However, hemoglobinology and hematogenology did not prevail. They blushed and panted, and Agin felt sad about it. He turns and walks. The crowd split apart and opened a path for Azin.

In a rare place, Pain pounds the shadow with her feet. As Jung-ho emerged, Ajin gave Jung-ho the shoulder air. The fainting sensation suddenly woke me up, but Azin's blood pressure caused him to roll his eyes, not only to make a sound, but to move. Ajin reaches out to the wind that Jung-ho caught. He reaches out and opens the mouth of the wind.

“There is.”

Under the loosely stuffed molar is a single panel. If you close your mouth with your strength, the poison will be destroyed. Azin sticks his hand in, pulls out the fangs of the wind, and pulls out the dictatorship within. It dries on thin paper so it doesn't melt. Azin gives an unpleasant face and robs his hands.

“I'd like to interrogate you... but for now, I'm in a bit of a hurry. ”

Perhaps the spiritual one who heard the news moved first. We can't let them diverge. Ajin takes another breath from Jungho and carries him on his back.

“You wait for the blood at the choir. And tell Persian what I said. Stay in my shadow. ”

“Yes.”

Jung-ho lowers his head deeply.

“Keep an eye on the bloodstream and hematopathology. Hand over the Servant's vision to Persian. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lord. ”

When Jung-ho answered, Ajin blew himself up. He flew over the roof with a skylight. Through the minimap floating to the left of his vision, he leaps over the wide and complex distance of the fence and heads for the Bloodstream. I wonder how long it's been running. Without restraint, the internal air poured out at full speed, and Azin continued running, falling off the roof. Soon after, he arrives in front of the bloodline.

“The great blood dragon, the great blood dragon. ”

He didn't pick his breath and immediately told the gatekeeper. Before the gatekeeper asks, Azin pulls the bloodbath out of his arms and pushes it out in front of him.

“To the Great Blood Dragon.”

“Is the doorway inside? ”

“Oh, yeah. Genealogy..”

“Open the door. ”

Asin gives the order, leaving all the gatekeepers behind. The gatekeeper presses down on the grunt and opens the closed door. Late night's blood was still. Only the Bladers stand guard under torches swayed by the wind. Azin crosses the arena, ignoring their gaze.