Desire

“This is the first time I've actually seen it. ”

One Black Blood National Guard, the gatekeeper. He wore a purple robe and left a long ledge by his side. Next to him, there were two men who seemed to be his brothers with the back-scissors I had seen before. He looks up at Azin from a sitting position, and he checks his position. The guide was, ironically, right next to the Passage Gate. This one, I was aiming for. Azin's jaw twitches.

“.. it's a pleasure to meet you. It's called bloodline azin. ”

“I've never seen it, but I've heard a lot about it. Sit down. It's hard to look up. ”

At the words of the blood, Jinn sits on his throne without a word. There was some distance, but there was no shortage of gaze and talking. ‘Moorish fame.' Though it did tickle my face, Azin was now sitting on the seats of such Muslim masters. It was because of his identity as the representative of the blood. They occupied a large blind unarmed seat, with a wide range of NPCs and players sitting outside, from non-conference participants to black-and-white members of the audience.

‘.. I have no choice but to get noticed. ’

Among the current players, only Ajin and Devello were qualified to sit here. Ajin narrows his eyes. Devello sits across from you unarmed. Somewhere next to her, a familiar man sits with his arms crossed and smiles, and an old man with a long beard beside him. That old man is a swordsman. Who's next to him? Are you another disciple of the sword?

[It's hopeless.]

The sound of Raw Snow approaches. He paused and glanced at her. The black snow scent sits on the right side of Azin, wearing a mask.

[The Sword?]

[Yes.]

Raw Snow nodded her head. Then, there was a slight sign of irritability on his face. Big eyes and dark eyebrows. But the last time I saw you, it wasn't even a year ago, so how did you manage to grow like that? Whether you read the question of Azin or not, the smell of black snow gave you an answer.

[Reconstruction of the body is a reflex to dislodge the body and remove the age of the body beyond him. And if you take it one step further, you can change the shape of the body to your will.]

[Can master do it?]

[I can, but I won't. My body is at its best.]

Azin unknowingly recalled the black snow scent of a young girl, like usual nonsense. I could barely get my head on my waist, my figure was so small... I just remembered the smell of raw snow lifting me up.

“Hmmm. ”

What a useless thought. Ajin shakes his head to get rid of the grief.

[Stubbornness in the appearance of a young boy is because he's just a lunatic. Strength... I can do anything I want with deep internal air... But I'm a very arrogant lunatic. There's a difference between being defeated by an adult and being defeated by a young child and feeling humiliated. He's enjoying it.]

The smell of Raw Snow was irritating.

[It's obvious that you're sitting here... changing your appearance. Are you going to the Celestial Dragon Ball?]

“Won't you introduce me? ”

One man speaks. As Azin turns his head toward you, he encounters the squinty eyes of the Blood One. Although not aroused, his gaze seemed to be sharp as a sword, cutting through his whole body. Ajin smiles slightly. Murder is not possible in any case between Black and White Ones. Excellent opportunity. Let's take this opportunity to understand the nature of your blood work. The blood work might be strong after the black and white pills.

Azin honestly wished that blood would come out of his veins.

“It's annoying.”

He said with a smile, and his thick, bloodied eyebrows twitched. The faces of the sons sitting next to him were frozen cold. One Swordsman didn't come here with the Blader at the Passenger Gate either. His only three sons are by his blood.

“Is that so? Haha, you seem to have a lot of useless curiosity around here. ”

You're naturally calling it a headline. Well, the Master of the Bloodthirsty Dragon Clan wouldn't even consider a place like that. Age, position in the Moors, no holes, and azine are nothing higher than a single blood sample.

“I've never seen it with my own eyes... but I've heard stories. Looks like you're the granddaughter who cares about the newlyweds. I'm sorry about your father. ”

He smiled and said with a smile. At that, Persian smiles brightly, smiling at the White Mark's face. “Thank you, Doorman.” The pain of the White Paper's father, Blood Water, has made me a traitor and a cripple. It seems that the Black Blood tried to scratch the White Voucher knowing him, but his face became a little blank as he smiled and accepted it.

“Well, who's the woman on the other side? ”

He trimmed his face and gave the Raw Snow scent a glance. The black snow scent that was staring at the other side of the table gave no regard to the Black Blood. His eyebrows twitched, either ignored or mistaken. Azin opens his mouth.

“He's my teacher. ”

“Oh. Maybe the Blood Dragon had a master. That's another surprise. ”

There is very little information about azine that has been released in the time frame. At least for NPCs, azin appeared in the bloodstream like a comet and became an axis of the bloodstream after the engagement with the White Mark. Raw Blood was explicitly interested in the smell of Raw Snow, and you still haven't seen the smell of Raw Blood.

“.. are your teachers deaf? ”

One blood gushes out in an annoying voice. The look of the black snow scent changed. She narrows her eyes and tries to shoot blood, and her cheek twitches. Chuckle! He grabs the sword he left behind without even knowing it. The black snow scent once caught my eye, turned my head again and shot me senseless.

“.. they say your star sign is the Blood Witch. ”

“... the Blood Witch? I've heard of it.”

The blood murmurs, placing the sword. The back-scissors sitting next to him said, “The Masked Marvel's Horoscope was the Blood Witch who defeated the brick and mortar at the reception.” At that point, the blood glances at the Raw Snow with a slightly tense eye. Defeating the Wall Cluster is not that great for a Blood Swordsman. He was an excellent swordsman. And he was wary of black snow, when her gaze touched him once. It was because of a feeling of death that he did not even know he had heard. No, it can't be.

“Um..."

Cilantro. That's great, too. One blood gushed out, staring at the scent of black snow. I don't look that old... Bloody Witch, Bloody Witch. No matter how much I thought about it, all I could think about was the story of the stars related to the crevasse. Do you think he could be a mysterious contributor? However, if you were active in Moorish before Silver, you wouldn't be unable to remember. Stars are constructed by others according to their deeds in Moorish. I didn't remember much about the Blood Mage.

Then the opening ceremony began. The musicians, who were preparing in advance, started playing music. The music in the air resounded loudly in the broad ballroom. Around the time the flowing music was raised, a salt rose from the red embroidery. “You're shaking.” You mutter as if the black snow smells faint. The air is empty. The salt stands in the center of the chairman as he makes his way through the air. And just as if it were a competition, Shaolin, a blind man, fell to the non-ballroom as he thumped the law.

[Are they the strongest masters of this forest?]

Raw Snow's scent sends a message.

[Salt is the crest of Safa's largest gateway, Safa's greatest master. Shaolin's line of dialogue is the best of Shaolin's disciples, but it is said to be a noble monk and head of Shaolin's regent.]

[Hmph, I'd be disappointed if Salt Horse was the first one. Although it was quite useful, the Viceroy of the Church, who was the Mainland Princess, was stronger than him.]

The scent of Raw Snow grumbles in a small voice. [If the bridges of this world have been destroyed by those people, then I don't need to see them.] Azin shrugs. The history of the world is not that long. Unlike the world with black snow scent, this world is made by Gladiolus. It may be natural for there to be a level of difference.

The opening ceremony was all about the beginning of the Black and White Ones, and there were no other events. Salt is for the unmanned of the Safa, and the propaganda is for the unmanned of the Sperm. During the week that the Black and White Ones did not harm each other, and the Black and White Ones continued, we gave a beautiful speech to meet as unmanned people after the Black and White Ones. Azin listens to it with one ear and sits with a grumpy face as he spills. I wouldn't have come if I hadn't been invited.

“Does the Blood Dragon go to the Blind Masquerade? ”

“Yes.”

One blood sample spoke during the speech of the presidential dialogue. Azin nods and smiles with a bloodstained smile.

“I hear the scabbard was devastated by you. The whole time I was wondering about the power of blood-soaked meta-humans. I'll see him this time. ”

“The rumors are overwhelming. As if the skill of a crossbow never mattered much. ”

Azin mutters and the face of blood fades. ‘Cocky bastard.’ I thought, with a fist in my hand. The little guy in blue is a contributor.

“Then you won't need much of your skills either. ”

“They say that the Masked Sword is going to the Blind Mask Dance. ”

Ajin says, he glances at the back-scissors sitting next to the blood. When he looks back and forth, he smiles thinly as if the story had nothing to do with him. The Masked Sword is going to the Blind Mask Dance, and his two brothers are going to the Heavenly Dragon Dance. Azin smiled.

“Me and my back-scissors. You can see which one of them is better than the other. ”

Phew. The fist of the blood is clenched. A thick vein of blood rises and the fist in his grip trembles.

“... what are you going to do after the black and white pill? ”

“What?"

Asin shrugs at the sight of blood.

“You can't kill someone. This law lasts only a week... but after that week, I'm asking what to do. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about. What does that have to do with the conversation now? ”

Azin's smile darkened. Azin intended to stimulate the blood supply as much as possible. A week later, the blood will not beat you, so you can move. I hope you can raid the road to the Wall. He thought, licking his lower lip. Or formally declare war on the doorstep. It didn't matter which way. He had most of the blood's power turned on, but the only thing he didn't have was the authenticity to have a doorway. It can never be obtained unless you marry the White Paper.

If you refuse to marry the White Mark and break off your engagement, the power supporting the pain may be passed on to the Blood Sworddragons. The fastest and most convenient way to organize such things at once is war. If an all-out war with the Passenger Gate takes place, the internal quarrel must stop.

‘In war, a hero is born. ’

The speech of the presidential dialogue is over.

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superbear

@ White Paper is now on the horizon! Mal! I will avenge you!

Wife's Temptation

Haledaim

@ White Paper should not have fallen on the protagonist in the first place, rather than feeling sorry for him. Why, in Moorish, it's the wrong white Paper to attack, be wary of life and old people, children and beautiful women.

You didn't think that was gonna happen.

Cardemion

@ white is not going to show up if it doesn't go!?

Blah blah

International Economics

@ Banshees meet first time!

And since we're immortal, I wonder what the odds are against each other... if we break each other's hearts and move.

You can't fight like that with your eyes open.

wekjrl324324

@ Devello seems like the writer is going to suffer from the story to become a hero, so let's just settle things between friends.

I hate the smell of raw snow so much...

Kaif

If you have the ability to see through the shadows...

If a man like that sees a Persian, he's...

brunsterd fabric

@ Raw Sugar is cute. You have to cut their throats later to get rid of the blemishes rather than leave them.

Don't worry!

Ultimate Miku

Like a genius @ writer. If it's not a silver star, why don't you just make Perisic a silver one?

Vampire dog honey