Desire

The scent of Raw Snow rises and walks upright. The crowd looks down and turns away from the frenzy of the black snow. Seeing that, he felt ashamed for no reason. With a slight distance from the Raw Snow, he disguises himself as if he were not with her.

“He's old and he's not ashamed, really. What's that supposed to mean? ”

Persian grumbles, clutching at Azin's side. I turned my head instead of walking around and gave Persian a stare. In his appearance, Persian tightens his chest, clinging to Azin's arm as if it were a purple one. The shoulders of the Raw Snow scent were thin. She points her finger at Persian and shouts Moore, her glabellar distorted and she turns her head again and walks forward.

Ajin couldn't quite understand the look on his face of Raw Snow. The smell of Raw Snow is because he was wearing a black mask. The reason she was wearing a mask was simple. Raw Snow scent is exposed. It is known that the smell of raw snow is hidden-piece through boarding parties. If she participated in the Heavenly Dragon Choreography, which was immediately noticed with her bare face, she was enriched with the possibility of causing annoying problems. Maybe idiots will come to accept him as a disciple, and if the relationship between Ajin and Raw Snow is known, he will probably give birth to gossip for no reason.

That's why I brought Hiddenpiece to the boat party. That means refraining from helping Hidden Piece in the formal service afterwards. ’

Of course, once the connection with Hiddenpiece is revealed, there will be no special agents now confirmed as surrogates. But the less trouble you have, the better. So, Azin told Razor Flavor to cover his face if he wanted to participate in the Heavenly Dragon Ball, and in the words, Razor Flavor tore his clothes and made a mask.

‘Rude bastard. ’

If he didn't wear a mask, would it have been eaten by threatening to disappoint his master greatly? Obviously, the smell of Raw Snow has subsided. That's why even though Persian is stuck next to him, he can't say anything, and he's rattling around. It's been a while since I've been familiar with Raw Snow, and Azin has some insight into her behavior patterns.

Is Ajin alone?

yes, stand next to Ajin.

no, I feel bad.

Is it a woman next to Ajin?

yes, vomiting.

no, I feel better.

“That's easy to tell. ”

Azin grunts in a small voice. I thought my obsession was reduced somewhat, but nothing has changed. Azin glances at Persian, rubbing his chest against his arms.

“Persian, you should try to restrain yourself. ”

“Why would I? The Vampire World is a breeding ground. The strongest females get males. ”

Persian twitches his tongue, and his shoulders tremble with the smell of raw snow. Azin shrugged his shoulders as he watched her dry her fist like it was crushing.

“Can you fight my master and win? ”

“Vampire strength isn't just fangs. Enchantment is a vampire organ. ”

Persian shudders and stops walking in the murky snow. As she takes a small breath, she turns around and approaches Azin. I thought she was hurting at her pace. This should be the one. The graphite algorithm established in Azin's head yielded such results, and Azin closed his eyes.

However, unlike I expected, the black snow scent did not swing its fist. She raises her arms and puts them on her shoulders, then reaches out and wraps them around her waist. “Master?” Azin asked in a trembling voice. I didn't say anything about the smell of Raw Snow. It rises above the perch of Persian eyes that saw it. Persian chewing his lips, he had to be satisfied with his arm wrapped around him as he tried to take Azin's hand and put it into his chest.

‘I was the one who had to wear a mask. ’

Ajin had to walk with his poop face. What would it look like to someone with a famous Blood-Shining Dragon wearing a black mask on one side and a foreign girl with red hair on the other? Azin said in a low voice.

“.. for starters, I have a fiancée. ”

“So, what? ”

The scent of Raw Snow stared at Azin and asked. Ajin sighs a little.

“... if there's a bad rumor going around...”

“Heroic colors. Who's to say you're capable of wearing a woman? Well, you're not a hero and you don't have the skills. ”

The smell of Raw Snow grumbled and said. She lowers her hand, wrapped around her waist, to the extent that she still respects the words of pain. As she comes out like that, Persian flaps his cheeks and sets his arms free. As his arms relaxed, Ajin sighed for relief.

“More importantly, where does the submission take place? ”

“.. are you sure you want to participate? ”

“I made a bet. I put on a mask, just like you said. And yet you don't like it when the Maine attends? ”

The scent of Raw Snow shook his head, sighing and shaking his head. “Very soon." Raw snow scent cannot be submitted to the system NPC. I have no choice but to go to the reception of NPCs.

“So many people. ”

The reception was in front of the phosphorus seal. Although the NPCs sitting in a row were busy receiving reception, there were a lot of NPCs gathered from all over. If you wait your turn gently, it will take a few hours. The eyes of Raw Snow narrowed.

“It's impenetrable. ”

“Yes?”

Azin bites in a dazed voice, and the smell of Raw Snow shrugs as he looks at the pain. “If the road is blocked, it's best to penetrate it.” She said so, walking forward. At that moment, Azin realized what Raw Snow was trying to do. “Wait, Master!” Azin calls out to her in a hurry, but it's not a blasphemous aroma to hear.

When you look down from a high place. No matter how much there is, anything that is high enough to bend it all looks small and catches my eye. If I had good eyes, I could clearly see what was inside. That was the look of Raw Snow. She felt pathetic when she saw the unaccompanied.

‘But there are a few useful ones. ’

Raw Snow's scent whines forward. The squatters in line stood in front of the woman in the mask, giving her a glance. The smell of Raw Snow shifts to the forefront, ignoring the gaze on her. The man who took his turn had a hot beard.

“I'd like to participate in a non-dance. ”

The scent of Raw Snow stood beside him and said: The girl who was writing down what the man called her looked up at the Raw Snow scent with her head bowed. A little embarrassment appeared on the girl's face.

“I, uh... I'm sorry, but it's my turn.”

“It's my turn, isn't it? Just take it.”

The scent of Raw Snow opened its eyes narrowly and spat out in an unsportsmanlike manner. The man's glance frowns. “Why the fuck are you here?” He grumbles in a harsh voice, with a look of Raw Snow on the man.

“This pig won't be a problem when it's his turn to concentrate, right? ”

“Yes? ”

The girl stutters. Was there such a rule? There are no formulations for quarrels in monochromatic drugs. The quarrel between the doorways should be resolved on its own, but only if someone dies. Since there are so many unarmed and there can be no grudges among them, only a minimum regulation was put in place. He knew about the smell of Raw Snow. Yo, you don't have to kill the opponent.

“Give your turn to the girl who saw you. ”

The smell of Raw Snow crosses my arms, and the bearded man trembles. He waited his turn, but his anger was natural because he was cut off by a crazy bitch who didn't know where it came from.

“Bitch, if you're crazy, you'll go crazy. Why are you acting like you're out here? ”

“Who are you calling a girl? If you make fun of me one more time...

The smell of Raw Snow frowns and spits out. That's a lot of pain. I would have killed you when I opened my mouth a long time ago. That's what Raw Snow smelled like. Afraid of black and white membership regulations? No, more than that, I'm hungry for non-smoking goods. The black snow scent licks your lips and nods your head. I can't miss out on this, wishing on the wretched pupil. Raw snow has already confirmed its victory.

“Well, it worked. It won't hurt if you give in quietly. ”

“Why would I yield to you? I am the crescent!”

The man shouts. “A brick wall? Is that your star sign?” Raw snow flashes, frowning, and a slight roar erupts from the surroundings. Apparently, there was a famous star called the Brick Mountain Ingot.

“None of the men who have been named after the stars have ever been right. It's not unique and it's just a little famous in the area, so it's a big name. Did he say your star is a crescent? I've never been to the Wall Mountains, but I know it's a small place. ”

The scent of Raw Snow shivers with a bloody smile, and the stubble of the crescent trembles. He grabs a large club from his back.

“Bitch, you don't even know up and down...! Be thankful that this old man's mercy is profound. And thank God this isn't a brick mountain! If this were a brick mountain, this old man's club would take you down like a son of a bitch.

“Bitch, that's a long way off. I don't know who to thank for whose mercy. ”

The smell of Raw Snow comes out in an annoying voice.

“If you don't want to compromise, yes. Try to defeat the Mainlander with the Starfish that gave you the symbol of Brick Mountain Ingot. If possible, Maine...”

My lips twisted with black snow.

“I will be your slave. ”

Is there a better way to stimulate a man's curiosity? The expression of the crescent gives me a strange look. By the looks of it, I'm wearing a mask... but the snow of the crescent crescent is shrunk. He glances at the Raw Snow and laughs.

“That's easy to know. Fine. If your bitch beats this old man, I'll give you as much as I want. ”

The people who knew the atmosphere stepped back, sobbing. A small circular arena appeared in slumber, and the girl sitting on the reception desk looked around with no choice. The other receptionists faced the handkerchief as if to leave it alone, and the girl cried.

“Come first. ”

The scent of Raw Snow backwards said. At that point, the brick mortar thrust his fist forward without turning down. “You'd better use a weapon.” Raw snow smells bloody, smiling and asking.

“If you take this old man's club, you might break it. Don't worry, I'll let you taste this other great club.”

Before the brick and mortar crescent ends, the black snow scent opens its mouth.

“You crossed the line, you son of a bitch. ”

I see it! The hand with the black snow scent raises its jaw. From approaching to embarking, it was done at an even faster pace. The crescent crest's head is tilted back.

“Tenny..? ”

The unfinished horse rises to the top. The Black Snow killed as much power as possible and purely used only the flesh's power. Perffolk! The ledger raises its chin, and then the back of your left hand taps into the brick and mortar chest. Kwa-dang-tang! The brick and mortar crests are all over the place. The scent of Raw Snow grumbled with a touch of fur.

“Poor bastard. ”

The stupefied brick crest does not answer. Raw Snow turned around and looked down at the girl sitting on the reception table.

“What are you doing? ”

“Ah, ah, yes! Th-the name and the stars.”

“The Starfish is a Blood Witch, whose name is Raw Snow. ”

The smell of Raw Snow grinned and said.

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superbear

@ Raw snow is too superior to Persian. Buff Persian.

You're still cute.

The dark one.

I got a @ Sec, I got a derek, I got no cool. Can I have another one?

Cool... Ajin is pretty cool...

Karelis

Did introducing four people to the @ Bloodline and saying that Azin is confident when he fights with them at the same time mean it's hard when he fights with four people at the same time?

No, it's a typo.

fewfqew

@ rivalry is what makes a man and a woman fight.

By the way, the Raw Sugar is finally coming back on its feet.

There's another part of Raw Snow at the non-dance.

emdhddj

Just look at me with your wishes.

Azine: No

Spring

I forgot my @ Nguyen.

It's more irritating than Jan.

Cardemion

@ Yanyan is a sugary Persian rival who fights for pure Devello! Bang, bang!

Devello's a psycho.

Tolang

@ Zachary, you don't know... I write as a rival and read as a hero... Every girl is a hero.

I'm gonna die.

International Economics

@ canderet Raw Sugar. Lady Vampire. Culdere Rival. Abdominal, healing? A warrior, and... a party member who was abandoned by Jandere?

Everyone seems to have some sort of hero trait.

Abandoned

@ uurrgghhhh both flags will not win! The competition's gonna be a mess.

Everyone has a rival to beat before they win.

Elder Snake

@ yaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'm glad to pay for my first Nobless.Khh... I love you, so I can't watch you for a while because you don't have any money. Khh... Whiting!)

Never mind. Thank you for always commenting.

Ultimate Miku

@ is arguably the most perfect moe. Raw Sugar surpasses Blonde Lori Twintell!

Schönderre Daissqui