Desire

The sound of a stampede footsteps approaches. I'm not the owner of the gaze that kept staring this way. Ajin put down his chopsticks. Percy's pouting face shifts as he sits face to face. She smiles as if she was vomiting. She turns her head in the direction of her footsteps, along with Ajin.

“It's an honor to meet the Blood Dragon of that famed bloodline. ”

He was smiling brightly. He's alone, and no one's seen him. You don't even have a weapon. Ajin stares at the man.

“Who are you?”

No exchanges of greetings. Azin didn't stand up, but just gave me a look and asked. It has nothing to do with Sijin, even if he condemns such an action as arrogance. Now he was the representative of the blood, the face and name of the blood. There is no reason to be modest because you are holding the door wave on your back.

“Excuse me. You're late for your introduction. Support the Passenger Gate. ”

At that, Azin's lips gave a slight smile.

Backup. Backcutter. ’

The third son of the Great Blood Kingdom. Azin rises up. I'm not a sitting opponent. Azin, who stood up, said, taking control of the kingdom of heaven.

“You're a back-squeezer. I've heard a lot of rumors. ”

“Haha, he's not that great of a man to be rumored to have made it to that far wall. ”

“My name is not far enough to Dara. ”

Azin smiles, showing his teeth. That said, the smile of support grew. We were conscious of each other. The sudden appearance of Azin and the walk he made was so dramatic, but the backsword of the sword gate was originally discussed without leaving the Safa's Late Index. Excellent unsportsmanlike, obedient face and impeccable conduct. Although it was said to be his third son, it was one of the secret rumors that the crest of the Masked Sword would become his.

‘He couldn't have come alone. ’

There's still a way to look at it. Are you the same person they support? The Bloodshed and the Passage Gate were originally not good, but the Azin and the Pass Gate were even worse. I'm sick of the fact that the gatekeeper secretly stopped the blood gate from being swallowed and turned the wind into a pussy.

“By the way, who is this beautiful sausage? I don't think she's my fiancée."

“I'm Fersik Duna, blood girl of the Blood Dragon clan. ”

As soon as the question ended, Persian answered. She seemed to like her star sign, although she made it rough. Whenever she got to introduce herself, she always emphasized her 'bloodline' star sign, and she still did. The expression of support for Persian's answer is subtle. It was because I had never heard the name "blood girl" before.

“I didn't know such a beautiful person was in the blood. ”

I stepped back slightly and smiled at the person who supported me. At that, Persian smiles widely. The gaze of support was on Ajin.

“But where is the White Saucer? ”

“Do you know a white saucer? “

“I've heard a lot about you. There's nothing wrong with building a rapport. ”

“The white saucer is resting in the home because it's not fully solved. ”

“You don't have to be around...”

“You don't listen to outsiders. ”

He smiled and replied with a smile. I lowered my head slightly, smiling at the support of the horse.

“Excuse me, I was too rude. Does the Blood Dragon participate in the Blind Bird Dance? ”

“I plan to? ”

He doesn't like it. Azin twists his lips and replies. A smiley face, or a quick retreat, is something that bothers you to plant.

“I'll see you soon, then. Haha, it's a once-in-a-year Blind Bee Festival... Let's not get ahead of ourselves. ”

“What are you so modest about? Heaven knows that the sword at the Passage Gate is great, but Earth knows it. ”

He twisted his lips and said. I smiled more and more at Azin, who supported the speech.

“A Blood Blade would be frightening. ”

“It's not inspection. ”

“I know. You said it was the fist of the Blood-Shining Dragon that captured the Bone Clan's blade. ”

“You'd be proud of me, but you wouldn't be proud of me. ”

Azin stares at you with his mouth turned upside down. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at Ajin, keeping her lips shut.

“Well, let's just say there was a little misunderstanding. Nice to meet you.”

I turned away, saying that support. Ajin stands behind him and stares at the back of the support that moves away. The spot for support was not far away. There were two middle-aged veterans prowling this way, and they sat down in front of the supporters. When I applied and sat down, Ajin sat down. He clutches his hand at his chin and mutters in a low voice.

“You don't like him. ”

There's nothing you can't hear if you want to hear it. Azin mutters in a loud voice. At that point, Persian, sitting in front of Azin, tilted his head.

“Why?”

“I don't know what you're thinking, and he's good at acting. It sounds like a harmless thing to say, and it induces my reaction.”

“You look like him, don't you? ”

Persian tilts his head as he stops speaking. In response, he paused and kept his mouth shut. The resemblance? Azin recalls the support of a sleek, handsome, real smile. You scratch your opponent's feelings, look at their reactions, be polite, and then flinch. He shook his head.

“They don't look alike. ”

“I see the resemblance. My taste in pain is better. ”

Persian shudders, saying. Without answering, he frowned and drank tea. Azin could not deny that the first time he met her, she looked a bit like herself. But that didn't mean I wanted to admit it.

‘Keep watching. Who the fuck are you?'

Very covert. I can feel it, but I can't navigate. Azin frowns. I tried to widen my gaze, but I couldn't get into position. If you're this covert, you're not a player. NPC, who is it? Azin glances at Persic. Persian glances at Azin, his head tilting.

[Someone is looking this way.]

[It's not just one or two.]

He was right. There were a lot of eyes looking for azin. Since you never came out of the Wall after blowing your name, it's natural to be curious. But that's not what Ajin said.

[Most can tell which one it is, one of which is. There's a secret. I can't even steer...]

I don't feel that kind of secrecy.]

Persian tilts his head. The words narrowed his eyes. No, it can't be. The supersensation that Ajin awakened through salsa felt like he had eyes on whole body pores. There's no way you won't feel this intimate and hostile stare.

[He doesn't seem interested in Persian.]

Azin rises up. I still have some cooking to do, but I'm already full.

[Let's get out of here. If there's anything to see, it will show up.]

I finished the calculations and left the restaurant. The sun was already late, but the lights were still on, so the streets were bright. Not only black-and-white drugs, but also Hyundai Tan, and because of that, there were a lot of street vendors who lit a fire. Persian snorts and Azin frowns.

‘I'm still watching. ’

What the hell is he doing? I've never had anyone so persistent take offense. No, just in case. Despite being quiet after the formal service, the misdeeds committed during the beta were still a tag that followed the pain.

‘But Persian didn't notice. None of the players can afford that kind of secrecy... "

It's annoying, too, but I still can't get a location. A secret and sinister enemy is poking and prodding from all sides, and Ajin walks first. We can't come this way, so we just have to wait for them to come. No, that's dangerous, too. If you can erase the intelligence like this, it means that you are a master, but can you catch it head-on? Even the proud vampire who was born an assassin can't be trusted enough to wipe the slate clean.

‘I'd like to take it out and see your face... but I can't do it without confidence. ’

Let's go back. Azin turns away. If he's cute, that's where he'll come first. But in Black and White, killing someone is not allowed. If the owner of the gaze wants to kill Ajin, he can be saved by the public unless he dies in a strike. Azin heads for the crowded basket.

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“You're not going to kill me? ”

A low voice approaches. Standing still, she turns her head and looks away. Suddenly, the master stood there and looked at her. I have long arms and legs. There was no emotion in the black mask and the cold sunken eyes in between. Likewise, she wore a mask for her happiness that clings to her body, and chewed her lips well.

“I'm not sure. ”

She honestly admitted it. Her hideout is excellent, but she has yet to follow her black hideout. It is possible to approach the target with a grappling hook and stab it through the neck, but you are not able to kill the target with that dagger.

“Good thinking. ”

The mask of the masks distorted. He and she were really odd. While I stood in the middle of doing nothing, all the passers-by stopped and did not give the two standing eyes once. Rather, they naturally walk away from them in the middle of the road.

“You'd be the one to die if you raided. And the vampire next to him, and the kid. It's none of your business. ”

“Yes.”

She lowers her head and chews her lips. I measured the intervals several times, and imagined the situation several times. How to attack? Should I stab him in the back, or should I cut his throat, or should I stab him in the back? This body, after all, could pierce the avatar, through the heart, but not instantly. If you can't kill them all at once, you're on your own. It is called an ambush.

“.. could I have killed a vampire without it? ”

“Evidence that asking questions without being sure about him can't kill him. ”

The masked man smiles low and says, she bites her lip again. I can't kill him alone. If you do everything in your power, you won't be able to kill them. No, I don't think I could touch it properly.

“He was wary of you. ”

Because the hideout wasn't perfect. I hid my appearance, but I couldn't hide the enemies that melted in my eyes.

“If you want a perfect ambush, don't be hostile. Don't even think about killing him, very naturally. The cleanest and most perfect ambush is to approach and kill without being conscious as if you were breathing. ”

The masked man laughs low and the woman nods her head. She puts her dagger around her waist and turns around.

“... to a frontal battle, not an ambush? ”

“I told you, pupil. Being unsure is defeat. ”

The masked man smiles.

“If we can kill them face-to-face, we don't have to raid them. Not so fast, pupil. The longer you stay, the stronger the grudge, and the sword that wields him carries you. Imagine the humiliation and the anger you experienced when you thought it was impossible. Vengeance and revenge are very good drivers. ”

At that, she clenched her fist. Vengeance. It's called vengeance. She stares at the sky dazed and laughs without knowing it. I don't know about grudges, but it'll be humiliating. She grits her teeth and walks forward. His low smile drifts away and his body disappears into the dark darkness.

“.. the Blood Dragon. ”

I'm glad you're doing well.

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Cardemion

@ Lepcha is now too fast for me to think.

I have some lepcha, but the pain has become much stronger.

Karelis

@ Mu Jin-seop called himself a swordmaster. It has nothing to do with the story, but I was wondering if there was a simple typo or something else.

Thank you for pointing out the sword.

Peek-a-boo.

@ ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Oh, I want a cat.

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