Desire

“Dinner's over, how are you? You should go outside and take a walk. ”

While the dishes were empty, drinking tea with each other, Kang Si-woo opened his mouth in a gentle voice. I was smiling awkwardly and listening to the story, and the smell of raw snow stopped and I looked at Kang Si-woo. “Where?” The Persians quickly slip in before the black snow speaks. Kang Si-woo glanced at Persic with a happy smile.

“Well, I don't think it's a bad idea to just let people digest and relax. ”

Kang Si-woo said that and looked at the pain. The eyes of Ajin who was shrugging his shoulders like a shrink met Kangxiu. He glances at those around him and says,

“Let's introduce Woojin to the right inn. What do you think?”

“Am I not staying here? ”

Ajin looks surprised and asks for Kang Si-woo. Kang Si-woo narrowed his eyes and looked at Ajin, then shrugged his shoulders as if he was sorry.

“We'd love to, but we probably don't have a room. But since this is also fate, let me introduce you to another great inn. ”

Kang Si-woo hesitated to look back at Raw Snow and Persian flavors as if he would no longer speak. Azin looked down, expressing his helplessness. [What are you going to do?] Raw Snow sent a message. Ajin replies, touching the cup of tea.

[Already done.]

What?

[It's done.]

Azin smiles, saying so. Raw snow swept my head, and except for Ganxi, three of the pilgrims woke up. “They will guide you.” Kang Si-woo smiled at Ajin. Azin hesitates and wakes up.

“Thank you."

He said so, following the three going down the stairs. What if you go?] Raw snow urgently whistles, and Azin sends a reply down the stairs.

[They'll be back soon.]

[... what?]

You don't have to explain your dumbass answers. Those who go down to the first floor walk quickly out the back door of the guest glass. “Where are you going?” Azin swallows a smile and asks for their backside. They don't answer. The back door was opened. Azin hesitates and follows them out the back door. The moment you walk out the back door, the man waiting by the door slams the door shut.

“Piss off.”

I don't remember his name. Except for Kang Si-woo, who was the first to say it, I only remembered the remaining four as self-confessed. Azin gave him a name in his heart. Maburiko. Azin stares at Maburiko and asks.

“What are you talking about?”

“Piss off. ”

Mavericko spits. Azin shuts his lips and looks around. Big eyes, acne next to meburiko. After finishing the naming process, Ajin looks back. The back door is securely closed. There's a public latrine over there, and there's a stable. No one was going back and forth.

“Out of the blue. What's that supposed to mean? ”

Azin asked again. With that question, Puriko frowns, his eyes distorted, and he reaches for Ajin with a loud voice. He pushes Azin's chest with his bare hands and lets out a grudge.

“It's not a difficult thing to say, but why can't you understand it? Get out of here. Or I'll get my ass kicked...”

“Punched. What's that supposed to mean? ”

Azin tilts his head and asks. He was deliberately provoking Puriko. Maburiko, who was frowning, raised her hand and slapped Azin on the cheek. Yikes! Ajin's head turns to his side. I didn't avoid it. I suppressed my internal affairs. I felt a bitter taste in my mouth as my cheeks burned. Azin rolls his tongue and sweeps the inside of the scratch on his teeth.

“Son of a bitch.”

Maverick turns his head and spits. He draws a machete at his waist and reaches for the pain like a threat. Tsk. His cheek was tapped lightly.

“Be thankful you didn't cut off your arm. I will show you no more mercy, so leave now. ”

“Scented Saucers and Lesser Saucers...”

Phew! My acne kicked me before I could finish talking. Azin was lying on the ground. He frowns and looks down at Azin. “Do you want to die?” The acne spit out. Azin staggers and rises up.

“Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything...”

“You bastard! I can't thank you enough for saving your life! ”

Azin swallows a smile. He looks straight into the spitting eyes and asks.

“Am I doing this because I'm a safari? ”

“What do you do when you talk? If this were an ape, you wouldn't be sitting across from us.” It was an old ideology. Lying words became commonplace as if they were playing a play, and the sound of righteous speakers calling themselves Cheong-Ogirl was hypocritical enough to make me feel nauseous. The age of the speaker ended a long time ago. I remembered what Crane said. Ajin grins and grabs his slapped cheek.

“I see.”

Azin turns his head to the side and spits. A spit of blood spills over the ground. The three faces that saw such pain became strange. “What are you doing?” A sudden acne rushes forward. Ajin chuckles and looks at the coming acne.

“It's funny that the house of self-righteous speakers persecute people because it's safari. ”

Azin chuckles and mutters. The face of the acne was flattered. “Son of a...!” The acne screams and draws its sword. There was no one to stop him. Acne, which comes at you with a loud voice, swings its sword sharply. I wanted to show you the sword of a great narrator.

There was nothing else to see. Azin digs into his streets, dragging his feet forward. He was stunned, but it was too late to draw the sword. Ajin snatches his wrist before the sword can swing it to the end. Then, without hesitation, he twists and breaks his wrist.

“Aah!”

The sword falls from its broken, wrist. Azin grabs his wrist and steps back, making a big noise towards the acne. Maverick and Wang glanced at this side, screaming and rushing toward Azin. Both swords are drawn at the same time. Azin watches them rush in with a bloody smile. You push the stabbing sword with your bare hands. At that time, the collapsed maburiko stutters with a hiss. Kwak 'jic! The spine of the twisted foot shatters the cheekbones of the king's eye. His eyes do not scream, but he falls back. Azin smiles as he looks at Puburiko standing in a crooked posture.

“What the...”

“What the hell.”

Azin reaches out to him, clamoring. Maburiko swings her sword with a ferocious face. Excellent. Azin is dead in his mind. Baaak! The back of his hand falters over his whore.

“Let's hear it. ”

Azin looked down at the squatting maburiko and said, Maburiko, who was bleeding from her nose, looked up at the pain with her shaking eyes. Azin smiles as he looks at the puckering hawk.

“Aah!”

Acne rushed in. You don't have the skills to learn. Ajin kicks his tongue and kicks his foot. Baaak! The acne kicked out of my head rolls around the ground. As the flincher calms down, Azin settles down in front of Maburiko. Ajin smiles at the terrified one.

“How many times? ”

“.. Yes? ”

Maverick groans. Azin raises his hand and lightly slaps him on the cheek. Meowing, Maburiko's head turns to the side with a shout. Azin looks at his face and speaks.

“Don't pretend you don't already know that you've brought in a wandering safari romance to do terrible things." She was harassing a woman and a man was beating a falcon. Aren't you? ”

Maburiko's eyes widened as she asked. Azin came to a windless guest with a black snowflake and Persian flavor because he had heard about the fistfight of the disciples of the Qin Dynasty. They only target those without backgrounds, and that's how much fun they find. Blood blindness has heard this story a few times, and the size of the Qin Dynasty is not enough to caution blood blindness. Nevertheless, I was silent because I was blind.

They were too much. To be precise, the actions of the sectarian mobs, not of them, have been exaggerated. We can't just be silent here because we're solving it with the Bloody Celestial Safa, who got hit by a martyr and is an ally.

“Th-that's...”

“Don't talk nonsense or you'll die. Even if you lie, you die. ”

Ajin stares at Maburiko in agony. “Well, I don't know.” Maburiko said with a desperate face. Azin nods, smiling and staring at his face.

“Then bring him. ”

“.. Yes? ”

“Bring someone you know. I'll be here. ”

He blinks and carefully raises his head. Azin tucked his knees and stood up as he watched Maveriko stand up.

“... Are you... talking? ”

Azin nods without a word. He swallows his saliva and groans toward the door. Azin looked at the man in the back of his pack. Maburiko opened the door and went inside. Azin counted the numbers in his heart. How many will come down? Who's coming down? How long will it take? It was quite an enjoyable concern.

Boom! And the door opens. I counted the number of people who came out of Ururu. Blue heroes. Azin grins.

“A lot of them. ”

Azin said so, walking forward in a loud voice. Those looking this way exchange their gazes with nervous faces. They rush in silently. You don't want to make a scene. From their point of view, if I kill the agonizing pain, I'll bury it quietly with nothing. Azin grins as he looks at the rushers.

I punched him in the face.

He throws the floating, swirling man out with his arms, and punches him in the face again. He is quite restrained, but no one can withstand a single blow. You take down five of those who run unsuspecting like that, and someone draws their sword. Azin smiles in relief. He finds Kangxi's face, but he doesn't show. Asin clenches his fist as he kicks his tongue.

“Is that all?”

Azin asks. He finds Maburiko's face. He stares back at this place with a frozen face. Azin looks him straight in the face and asks.

“Are all these people the mastermind? ”

No one answers, but the sword swings. Ajin accepted their silence as a positive. It didn't really matter. They were unlucky. If there was a problem that I didn't notice, it was because of those people who couldn't fix my habits and talked to me. It's a beekeeper. What should we do? Ajin loosened his fist.

We need to scare the others off and shut them up.

Quadruck! You grabbed the arm of the man who was about to stab you in the sword and broke his joint. Before he can even scream, Azin's hand grabs his arm and climbs up his arm like a snake. Duck! You shrug his shoulder joints with just your grip, then pull yourself up and smash his jaw with your gut. It takes only a few seconds for the foam to bring him down. Azin only aims at the arm of the man who holds the sword. A righty grabs the right arm and smashes it. A lefty grabs the left arm and smashes it. If there is a man running without a sword, he breaks his leg instead of breaking his arm.

Either way, Azin didn't care.

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The Pandemonium is shattered and refurbished.