Desire

Just because you're in the same place doesn't mean the conversation will erupt. What you need to have a conversation is a common topic, and an interest in each other if you're someone else on the ground. Make contact with him and get close. Ajin glanced at the elderly in the golden ornament that he had looked at. They were eating slowly and not having a conversation in particular. Silence is gold.Who said that? Ajin turns his eyes away.

The black snow scent that sits across the hall repeats its gaze outside the window. It seemed like I was waiting for fireworks. “That's corny.” Persian grunts and grabs his chopsticks. “No knives and forks?” It's the first time I've ever had a meal with the three of you. “No napkins, no service.” She said, as if to listen to the smell of black snow.

“Even chopsticks are good for you. ”

“Ajin, be quiet. I'll make fun of Racunda who doesn't know how to use a knife. ”

At Persian's words, the smell of Raw Snow flashes over her. “I know how to write! I've lived in this world for decades!” Raw snow growls, and Persian smiles in relief. “Then let's have a battle over which of the two is better with knives and forks.” Persian said curiously. He changed routes because he couldn't do it by force. In response, the smell of Raw Snow clenched his fist.

“A battle? Good. Why don't you make a bet? ”

“What bet? ”

“The losing side doesn't come out of the shadows today. ”

The scent of Raw Snow was exhaled with strength. That made Persian smile darker. “Very well.” Persian raises his hand to summon the speck. The spot that was waiting in the corner approaches with a bow. “Forks and knives, can you bring them?” Persian's words make Spotted nod, hesitating. Due to the large number of colored people from Gracia, the dining room was also prepared for them. Shortly after, Spooky brought a fork and knife.

“Stir, there's no need for you to battle.”

“You stay put. Do you deny her victory? ”

The smell of Raw Snow stared at the pain and said. Azin sighs, shrugging his shoulders, and Persian smiles deepen. “You're going to regret this...?” With a scattered muttering, the smell of black snow only gives a jolly snort. “It's been a long time.” I looked at him and muttered the smell of raw snow, and he felt his spine freezing.

Forks, knives, and dishes. Surprisingly, the smell of raw snow with a fork and knife hardened my face when I saw the dish at the center of the table. It was a slobbering cotton dish. Persian smiles at the hesitant smell of raw snow. “Don't you just know how to cut and write meat?” Persian gracefully reaches out with his side head behind his ear. The fork in her hand spins as it spins, and the sagging side sticks firmly to the fork.

“I wouldn't be able to if I knew how.”

That said, the smell of raw snow moved the fork, but it was nothing compared to Persian's beautifully shaped appearance. Percik laughs as he looks at the black snow scent, shivering his shoulders. Peek. The sharpened black snowflake pulls out a fork and tears it in two. She makes chopsticks and spreads the cotton big enough to stick it in her mouth.

“What are you doing? ”

“Fork, fork! ”

Without chewing all the cotton, the smell of Raw Snow screamed. Azin, who was looking at him, opened his mouth.

“But you're a vampire, Persian. ”

“Vampires don't just drink blood. Isn't dietary etiquette standard? ”

“Didn't Persian spend his entire life in the forest on the island where he started? ”

The words harden Persian's face. You see Persian shivering and shivering, and the smell of raw snow snorts. “I don't know who's calling who a hick. You've never seen a city before, have you?” Raw snow flashes through Persian lands.

“Let's pretend we didn't have a bet. She's a country girl. ”

“Who said anything about a country girl...! ”

“I'm more urban than you've ever been in the woods! ”

Seeing the two growling, he pressed down on his temples. “Hey, can you keep your voice down for me?” Persian is looking at the White Vowel now. It can be difficult to raise the voice because it is useless. In the intervention of Azin, both Raw Snow and Persian persuasion kept their mouths shut and looked at each other. Azin sighed and raised his chopsticks.

“Finish your meal."

It was before the end of Azin's words. He shuts up and turns his head. An old man touching his beard smiles and looks at this place. It's an opportunity. He thinks and wakes up. He approaches the old man and bows his head politely. “Sorry for the commotion.” The old man's apple shakes his hand, smiling emptyly.

“No, it's not. I didn't know young people looked so pleasant. ”

The old man smiles and says, and Azin looks at the characters around him. Two middle-aged men who look like escorts. In front of the elderly, there was a girl who looked like a granddaughter shining with pain, and there were those who looked like the parents of the girl. Ajin said, taking possession.

“My name is Azin from the bloodline. ”

“I've heard of it. Starbirds were blood dragons, or I've heard of them. ”

Reputation is good. Azin thought, lowering his head slightly. They know without adding useless explanations. Besides, it's not a notoriety yet.

“They say it's gold. I run a merchant guild. ”

Merchant Guild. Just as I felt. Azin cautiously asks, disguised as an awkward smile. “I know I haven't been on the road in a while,” said Azin, grinning and smiling.

“Haha, you embarrass the old man. It's called the Gold Merchant Guild.”

In response to the crack, Azin's head quickly returned. Gold Merchant Guild, Gold Merchant Guild. Before arriving at the presidential election, I remembered a list of target groups that touched Moorim and Yun. I remembered. The Merchant Guild is a merchant guild that handles almost everything and imports rare items, including magic tools, from Gracia. It operates its own republic and is regarded as the top three on the front line with the Grand Prize Guild and the United Nations Guild.

“I'm sorry I didn't see you. Forgive my rudeness. ”

Azin bows his head. It's a great fortune to be joined by the Gold Ship Merchant Guild. The funds needed right now could be drawn from the bloodstream and blood, but it was one of the essential tasks of opening a deal with the target group in the long term. I laughed low at the pain of lowering my head.

“I know you're a young master of Safa, but you're a decent young man. Good job on that dance. ”

You see, Azin bows his head with a slight smile. “I just got lucky.” I added moderately humbly. “I noticed a big difference in your skills. I could feel an old man who didn't know nothing about a shaman.” By the way, there are people here from the Songbird Party. Azin glances at the party people, but they don't look this way. However, he seemed to be pretending not to know even though he was listening because he could see the uncomfortable mood on his face.

“Oh, it's too late to introduce. This old man's son and granddaughter. ”

“It's called a gold coin. ”

The girl replied quickly. How many are there? Fifteen if you have to watch too much. The girl glares at him with a sparkling look in her eyes.

“Great competition! I'll cheer for your next match! ”

The moment I got sick of the words shouting as I approached my face, I stopped speaking. It was because I had never been so publicly cheered. Ajin hesitates because he couldn't find a word to answer, and looks at him and smiles bitterly with gold.

“A long time ago, Seonghua kept telling me about you. Ever since before you got here. ”

“.. is that so? ”

Well, it was an impressive match without knowing it. In contrast to the tension of the Frenzied who were on stage before Azin, Azin's contest was to beat the party unilaterally.

“Would you like to sit together? The view won't be bad either, but this way might be a little better. ”

“It's an honor.”

Azin bows his head. For starters, Azin returned to his seat and preached to Raw Snow and Persian that he had joined Goldwater. The smell of Raw Snow gives a cold nod to the fact that you can see the fireworks in a better spot, and Persian, who was still hurling, gives a pouting nod without a word. The spots approached and moved the plate.

“This is my teacher. ”

Azin introduced the scent of Raw Snow. The masked black snow scent looked over the glass wall as he listened to Azin. “.. Stars are called Blood Witches.” Ajin sighs and says.

“And this is my fiancée. ”

“It's called the White Paper of Blood. ”

Persian said, pouting. The gold wire that moved to the other side was still shining and looking at the pain. The selflessly favorable look in his eyes made him slightly uncomfortable, clearing his throat low.

“I also saw the Celestial Dragonfly Championship. He was a great artisan. ”

Gold and Raw Snow spoke to each other. Maybe it's hard to predict the right age because of the mask. It's a wrinkle-free face, so it shouldn't be hard to guess your age. He must have been thinking about his training as a teacher of aesthetics and master of azin. “Yes, thank you.” The smell of Raw Snow is dry, and Persian grimaces and eats.

“Are you here to see the dance? ”

Although the attitude of the two was a bit disturbing, Azin began to talk to Gold in order to establish friendship with him faithfully to his purpose. “It's only been a decade. These Masters are gathering to compete, but we can't just stand by because they're old.” He said, raising a cup of tea with gold.

“You must be the first black and white monologue, right? ”

Azin first targeted the gold medallion that was of interest to him. As Ajin spoke, the golden coin nodded hard. “Yes, I'm 13, so I've never seen it with my own eyes.” In response, he smiled thinly.

“Is there anyone in particular who supports you? ”

“I don't know much about Moorish. But I thought Ajin's fight was great. ”

The golden coin said hard, choosing a breath.

“Then I guess the next match will have to be satisfied by the understudy. ”

Azin laughed and said, at that moment he felt intense pain from his thighs. Ajin's smile became firm and his gaze quickly lowered down. A hand of raw snow, waiting for fireworks, is gnawing at his thigh.

“I will repay you. ”

He barely said, sweating coldly. In his words, the golden coin smiled and liked it, and the parents of the golden coin smiled delightfully. “Thank you for your granddaughter.” Goldwa said, and Azin shakes his head. Raw snow still pinches his thighs.

“That's okay. I was going to win anyway. ”

“Oh, the winner of the Dance Club? Are you confident?”

I saw pain with golden eyes. Azin lowers his hand and grabs the wrist with the black snow scent. However, the smell of Raw Snow did not let go of his thighs.

“I'm not sure... but I came all the way from that far cliff. Even if it doesn't, don't you think you should be looking for a win? ”

“I hear the wall inscriptions are excellent. I was impressed by the actual competition.”

“I heard the sword teaches you. I think I can have a good fight with her. ”

Master, please. He trembles with a trembling fist, swallowing the pain of the flesh ripping out.

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I've decided to reenact the old Hero Oblique. We changed the title to Taker, so if you're interested, take a look.

The dark one.

@ sugar is harmful to the body, so can you give it to me, writer?

I'd love to, but I don't have it.

kunhe

@ ah, I can't escape the temptation of real Raw Sugar, how do you make people fall in love every time it appears?!

Sugar in Gap Mow

Admiral C

@ readers are all obscene...

I think everyone likes sugar.

Infinite Trajectory

@ huahhhh! The writer has Lori's disease! Mr. Brawler, here's one more extra criminal!

Is she 13, too?

Karelis

But the Persians have been so close to the Black Snow lately. Oh, by the way, I'm a Persian supporter.

But this time I was humiliated.

Nathan

If it's so dull, change your body type to Lori.

It's easy to see the Rory Battle.