Desire

Rumors spread quickly. After the Black-and-White Elixir, the Hand Gate attacked the Blood Gate on its way back to the Wall, killing the Blood Veteran White White White White White White White White White White, who was the fiancée of the hematologist's granddaughter and the winner of the Choreography. Not only that, he tried to kill all the disciples who were returning to the wall.

Declare war on him, without compromise or forgiveness. The rumor that the Bloodstream and Bloodstream had set out for Dara just the next day, without waiting for the Passage Gate to react, became even hotter. Many of the uninhabited foreigners, both the sect and the Safa, saw behavior that did not fit the boundaries of the defeat gate, and understood the politics of the forest that would turn into this. The Safa Gate, which was called the Safa Gate, was completely silent about this matter and did not express any interference.

The waves of Safa that were mixed into the same crowd immediately welcomed the war between the blood and the sword gates. A patriarchal gate that raises the bar, and a bloodstream that starts to settle down again. He expected the balance of power to change with the two great waves. The small and medium-sized factions expected that the bloodshed and the sword would weaken with the aftermath of the war. I wished the blood dragons' power to be broken or even die was declared to the world that they were a threat at the Shaolin Festival.

The Blood Witch will not intervene in this matter.

It was written on the torture affixed to the door of the bloodstream. This is just a war between blood and sword gates. There will be no outsiders who do not belong to the bloodline, and there will be no Blood Celestial Witch, the Master of the Blood Shining Dragon. The fame of the Blood-Shining Dragon is small, and the fame of the whole family is huge. It was a question of the honor of the Blood Witch, but it was clear that there were no Blood Witches involved in the bloodline attack on the Bloodline, leaving the Wall and heading to Dara.

“You incompetent bastards! ”

One man's blood spits out profanity, rolling the ground with his feet. He clenches his fist, breathing heavily. A trembling fist trembles. A shame. A great shame, too. It became a doorway to a tribe, and it was inferiorly ambushed, and it was infested under all conditions. And now our little red boy is going to war and he's coming this way.

“Can't you just take care of a kid and a kid, slaughter, and then start blabbing? What is the Apocalypse? Since when is it a proverb to mock Agari? ”

One man's blood puts a vein around his neck and shouts. The majesty of the silent paladin, who lowered his head, could not connect the words. The Silencer Swordsman is the garbage disposal assistant at the Straggler Gate. What should not be solved in the land is their role in secretly resolving in the pitch. They are the invisible swords of the Passenger Gate, and they do not need to be worn. As members of the Silent Palace were there, the first to learn was not to wield the sword, but to endure torture, and those who were sent on this mission were worthy of being honored among the Silent Palace.

Then they revealed everything. The assault was a defeat checkpoint. All the facts are true.

“Shame on you! ”

He sits down and presses his glabella. It wasn't just a ‘disgrace’. The situation was dire. The disgraceful behavior of the Defensive Gate has been declared to the entire forest and the elite of the bloodline is heading towards Dara. The cause is over there. I should bow my head and apologize. We have to complain that there was a misunderstanding. Neither side can overcome the current situation. The plaintiff's retribution demanded that you cut off the neck of the back-scissors if you want to make amends.

“What are you thinking about? ”

A laughable voice approaches.

“Humiliation is something else. He tried to kill me with a conceited machine. What's the problem with that? ”

The girl was half-lying down. Dark red clothes are so thin that their insides glow, and black hair is scattered like water on the floor. Even though the eyes of the scoffer knew that the target of the scoffer was himself, no one could express anger. Rather, he chewed his lips and lowered his gaze.

“No matter how much I say it...”

“The girl cannot understand you. I don't understand the reason you're angry or the rumors you're rambling about. What's the problem? Why are you so angry and troubled? ”

The girl asked in succession. The blood chewing on his lips was a horse. “Even though Safari is the leader of one tribe and the leader of the Moorish tribe, he tried to kill his successor with a mean ewe. It was done in secret, and it could never be relieved." The unfinished words of blood stopped the girl's laugh.

“That's funny.”

The girl who laughed for a long time said so. She raises her body, fixing her posture, and looks at the blood. The starry eyes stare at the blood.

“You speak of reason and reason.” “That's right. ”

“Then the girl can't understand you any more. Since when did Safa get a reason and a reason? Safa is a synagogue. As opposed to the sects shouting for righteousness, doctrine and justice, Safa uses Sappa as the word Sappa. You are the unmanned Safa, and the Passage Gate is Safa. ”

“.. that was a long time ago. Even if it's a safari, in the rainforest...”

“Is that why you're afraid and tail down? Is the tattoo of one door worrying and angry at the fear of rumors and reputation? ”

The girl's eyes narrowed as she sneered.

“If that's the case, you're insignificant. ”

The girl was smiling. A small and beautiful girl smiled, saying that she was annoying to one of the three Safa tribes, the Doom of the Passage. And the surprising thing is that the Black Blood, who is the gateway to the Passage Gate, does not show any opposition, does not show any anger and keeps his mouth shut. His shoulders trembled because of insults, not anger, and his mouth could not spit out insults.

“Justification is trivial. There is no great reason to covet others and kill others. Because I needed to, because I wanted to. That's enough. ”

The girl clutches her chin with her hands.

“If you named it Safara, do what suits you best. Since when does Safa value justification and care about other people's eyes and rumors? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of the man called the Blood Dragon? Or are you afraid of blood? Are you afraid of the tongues of those who insult you or of those who scoff at your actions? ”

One man's blood shuts up and looks at the girl. The girl was a horse.

“What are you so afraid of? If I crouch down here and my blood comes to the door, will I run out without my shoes on and make atonement for my head? If not, will you bow your head to everyone and confess your sins and beg for mercy and forgiveness? ”

“.. what do you think we should do? ”

Swordfish. She raises her voice and asks the girl. The girl smiled widely.

“Do you want to destroy what you have achieved yourself? ”

“No, I'm not.”

“Are you afraid of insults and bowing your head? ”

“No, I'm not.”

“Then the answer is out. ”

The girl smiled widely.

“If you want war, fight it. History belongs to the strong. If a trivial rumor bothers you, cover it up with something worse. Yes... We can annihilate the arrogant young master who came here and the unmanned men who followed him. Then tell me. Like it's a pity. ”

The girl grabbed her head.

“It was all a misunderstanding. ”

One blood sample opened its mouth halfway and looked at the girl. Instead, the girl bursts into laughter.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did she say anything strange? Everything was a misunderstanding. What's wrong with that? The dead white girl is dead, so she can't say anything. If you kill the Blood Dragon, he's dead, too. He won't be able to speak. Isn't that neat? It was a misunderstanding. Those who can argue about it are dead, so it remains a misunderstanding. If you don't like it, cut his throat and crawl to his knees to greet him. ”

One man's blood gazed at the girl silently. The girl closed her lips and smiled deeply, accepting his gaze. “You hesitated.” After a long silence, the girl opens her mouth. She slowly rises to her feet. Her clothes squeal and make a sound to suit her movements.

“What are you afraid of? ”

The girl asks. One blood gushes from her mouth. “I'm not afraid.” The dishonor of shaking her head, the girl shudders.

“For fifteen years, the years of being in the doorway of one tribe have made you weak. You've become a coward with a gaze around you, a buzzing rumor, and a coward who knows nothing but his place and fears to take what he has. ”

The girl raised her hand.

“You, heaven of heaven. ”

“.. Yes. ”

“What's in your heart? ”

Caeduk. Blood gushes out and gnashes his teeth. The girl's eyes narrowed.

“Answer me. What is in your heart?" What kind of future do you hold in your heart? ”

“.. is the underworld. ”

“What is heaven for? Who is heaven for? ”

“A shabby world for Mado, a shabby world for Maine. ”

The girl's clothes fell down, making a commotion. White and white Nazis appeared. The girl places her hand on her left chest with a face that is shameless. An engraved red crescent echoes through her heartbeat.

“Yes, there is a horse in your heart. Whose benevolence was it that brought you here? ”

It was 15 years ago. At that time, the death penalty was hardly enough for the middle-school factions to cover their heads, rather than Safa's third-generation doors. At that time, the heaven above the door of the Passage Gate was ambitious, but it was not supported by the artisans. There was a limit to the artillery of the Passage Gate, and he did not give up hope in despair. One way or another, I was ambitious to make Safa's gateway the best gateway in my generation, and I spent every day swinging my sword.

Then the performance came to him.

He didn't find a performance. Gideon came to see him.

It's called acting.

“Who let me build the Gateway now?" Who gave you the star "One Sword Blood"? ”

The girl smiled and asked. One man chewed on his lips.

“Silence is not the answer. The girl has silenced you several times. You, answer. ”

After speaking, the girl stops and tilts her head.

“Have you forgotten? ”

“.. no. ”

“Then hit your head on the ground. ”

At the end of the sentence, the blood runs down on the ground.

“What gave you strength? ”

“.. Bridge. ”

“Who let me build the Gateway now?" ”

“Bridge.”

“Yes, you do. ”

The girl laughed. The girl put her clothes back on and looked down at the blood.

“If you remember him, go. Bridges don't make excuses. Neither is Dory. It doesn't matter if Safa has changed over time and has come to terms with reason and doctrine. The bridge hasn't changed in a hundred years. ”

The blood stirs and rises.

“Heavenly Mother is watching over you. ”

The girl was troubled.

“Do not be ashamed of the Heavenly Mother. Don't let him down. ”

After heading for blood, the girl picks up her chiseled foot and lays her hand on the shoulder of the blood.

“The only one who can take what you have achieved is Heavenly Horse. ”