Desire

“Fuck...”

He must have been unconscious for a while. Azin raises his head. Camila, sweating on her forehead, looks this way and tilts her head.

“Mister, what's wrong? ”

Camila asks. Azin looks at Camila dazed and shakes his head. Ajin stands up, fluffing the dirt from his butt.

“It's nothing. I was thinking about something else for a while. ”

Azin looks down at Camila, saying so. She bought a bunch of cute and pretty clothes, but now Camila is wearing a suit that looks good on a boy.

“Let's continue when the break is over. ”

Azin glances at the smokehouse in the courtyard of the mansion. In accordance with Camila's hopes of wanting to learn, Ajin decided to teach Camila how to be a free man.

“What's wrong with you lately? ”

The black snow scent raises a hand on my waist and looks at the pain. The question blinks dazed and tilts his head.

“.. what? ”

“You're always numb. I think he's lost his mind somewhere else. ”

“It's nothing. I got a little sleepy. I had a weird dream. ”

“... a strange dream? ”

“Yes. I couldn't even remember what I was dreaming of when I woke up. ”

Azin smiled and replied.

Camilla is a Doppelgänger of Devello. As she began to teach Camila the art of shamanism, Azin was saving her so much. Devello was a genius. Azin saw it as well as the smell of raw snow. Devello admitted to being a genius. Combat Sense from Reflexes, Understanding and Absorption. And growth speed.

‘Definitely.'

Camila copies some of the herbal brotherly herbs from the smell of Raw Snow a few times and melts them right into her body. Raw snow scent was also impressed by Camila's ability to learn.

“I've never seen a child learn this fast. ”

You mutter in a surprised voice. But the problem was physical strength. Camilla sighs tiredly as she puts down her wooden sword.

“I thought you said you didn't do well in the orphanage. ”

“Yes. It wasn't fun.”

Camila chuckles and replies. Ajin gave Sarina a look. Sarina approaches Camila, wipes the sweat off her brow and gives her water.

“By the way, this is fun. ”

Camila, who drank water, smiled palefully. In saying that, he felt his heart ache. Devello's face touches his head.

“I've had them use a variety of weapons, but they're all good at it. Honestly, if you sell with a sword or a spear, I think you can grow up with any weapon you have. ”

Raw snow rubs its chin and mutters. It was a happy concern for her. Even if she is a adopted daughter, she is a genius with no public works. No one would feel bad about having a great kid as a parent.

“No black. ”

Azin replies, "I'd rather not answer that." You don't have to be so decisive. I saw pain with a curious face of raw snow.

“A sword? Why a sword? ”

“.. our daughter, for starters. ”

Azin grimaced his face and replied. Maybe he was too conscious. In response, he smiled at the smell of Raw Snow.

“I care about the odds. Yeah, she's our daughter. ”

I looked at Camila with a heavy aroma of Raw Snow. Azin silently looked at the scent of raw snow. Camilla's eyes meet mine.

I smiled at him with my mouth.

Ajin inspects his shameless body. Soon, the Celestial Shrine will be a big city. However, there is still a long way to go for the Gene Thousand Shin, the Wall Strength, and the Superrube angle.

‘We need to focus on this. ’

It reminded me of the Jinma Shrine used by the Heavenly Horse of Mahjo. The Taegeuk Examination of Wudang, the power to destroy Shaolin's Hundred and Eighty Jeans alone. A thousand horses were a little stronger than the founder of the eclipse and wall magnificence. It must have been true. Twins use oscillators to kill 1,000 horses, but they stop at taking Thousand Horses' legs and eyes.

"Gene Shenzhen is a neogeneticist. ’

It's an undeniable fact. As far as the completeness of the shaman is concerned, there will be no shaman before the martial arts master. No balls to rule nature. You can blast powerful air balls as much as you want without depletion of air.

"Great wall power, just like the supersonic angle. ’

Rooted in laws and laws, it has become a concept that has completely deviated from the framework of nothingness. A heavy throwing fist breaks everything. The feet that reach lightly are faster than anything else. It's a simple concept, but it's absolute. The fist smashes the dragon's absolute defenses, and the echo trumps space.

‘The same is true of the Celestial Master and the Salmon I trained. ’

Salvation is nothing, not nothing. The razor-sharp supersensory and performance-free association of azine, and the thoughts and reflexes that rotate at hyperspeed, are made of vermicelli. Without Salvation, Azin would not have been able to outperform the opposition in melee combat.

The Great Wall Strength and the Ultrasound Angle are without a brother. The same is true of the Heavenly Prince. The Three Musketeers look alike. Without my brother, I melted it completely into my body. Contains the essence of power and law in any swinging fist and foot.

‘Anhydric secrets, transfusion pores, aspiration method, energy drain. ’

This way was a bit negligent. Azin admitted it. After the ultraviolet and wall elevation, I did not rely on energy drains or asphalt.

‘This way too. ’

Those men are nothing to waste. Wet rain pores are also excellent feasts. The secret of no-man 's-land is also excellent cancer technology. The absorbent system and the energy drain can be coupled together.

‘Even if it's five years early, it's not fixed. It could be faster. Maybe next year, right away. Maybe not this year. Is it adjustable until then? ’

A year in Celebrity made Azin strong. Azin has grown strong enough to defeat the dragon on his own against the Human Wizard. Can you be stronger there? The higher the level, the harder it is to raise, and the higher the achievement, the harder it is to move on.

The current pain was close to its peak. It was no exaggeration to say that Goreb, who was close to Manehrer, was right. More here, how much more?

Ajin chewed his lips well.

“Stupid.”

I muttered myself. I don't have to go back this far. You can tell the truth to Raw Snow. Camilla's gonna die someday. It's no big deal. If you just say one word, you'll be relieved of the smell of Raw Snow. We don't need much.

It was just that what he needed was a little courage. A courage to hurt the Raw Snow scent.

I'm doing this shit because I don't have that little thing. Azin laughs low. A few years ago, I would have taken the easy way out.

To be human is to be foolish and stupid. Ajin thought that he was dazed.

*

White Mountain Soil Sticks are fresh.

It wasn't a great rumor. Every mountain that is a little high and rugged has a legend about freshness.

“Chase?”

The swordsman asked with a tired face. The man shook his head at the question. He sighs and leans against the tree.

“You look like shit. It's only been a few years.”

The Cleansing Forest fell thoroughly. More than half of the Old File Room was sealed and locked, and the middle-scale rumors were wiped out. The Sapa Alliance bloodline, which centered on the avenging astronomical gate and the blood gate, had already become a huge skyscraper covering the sky of the Moors, and there was nowhere under which the spermatomic tree would be subjected to the sun.

Moorish Segas with a long tradition were annihilated. Captain Yega, the swordsman's main man, also burned down the main street building. Blood blindness is pursuing cult predators, including swordsmanship. Drifting away from the lair is like advertising to catch me.

“... is the Sword... really on this mountain? ”

The sword glances at Devello and cautiously asks. Devello nods his head with a blank face.

Mujin Seop hid from us about three years ago.

Irresponsible. I was defeated by the Black Snow at the Celestial Dragonfly Ball, and I was never caught up in the Elder Yega's silver house. Then, shortly after the martial arts war broke out, he smashed the Silver Coin and ran out.

And then it vanished. He flew in the sky like a freshman, riding his sword, and disappeared to a distant place.

I haven't heard from Mu Jin-seop since. Despite the Hidden Piece given to Devello, after three years of his innocence, Devello had done nothing for him.

It was a few days ago.

It was Jeonseo-gu.

No, it's more of a live pigeon. When an uneducated pigeon flew into the lair, it was a simple coincidence. A stray pigeon came to rest its wings for a moment, just like that.

It was only when the legs of the pigeon were sealed that someone had intentionally sent it.

Baek San Soil Stick, Sword. The letter contained only those seven letters. Relying on it, I left the hideout and came to find the Baek San Sa 'eyong. On the way here, I encountered the bloody mongrel's hilt several times and slaughtered them. The pursuit has become more and more complex. I've lost track of them for now, but I don't know when they'll be followed again.

“.. but I did come on a small visit. Where the hell?"

The sword mutters in a hollow voice. Three days were lost in the martial arts war in vain. The sword has lost an arm. Most of the people who could now be called the Coriander in the sectarian jungle died or became crippled, and now the only hope of the sectarian jungle was Wall Swordsmanship Devello and his sword fearlessness.

I came here seeking that hope.

“Hey.”

Devello makes a sound. She raises her dazed eyes and looks up at the sky. In his gaze, the sword quickly lifted the sky.

The white school is flapping its wings and descending toward this place.

“... fearless? ”

Devello mutters. The academy from afar grows closer. His cheeks twitch.

Is that a school? ’

It is not an ordinary size. It's as big as a bear, a reckless person. Kuang. Hak folds his wings and sets down on the ground. The swordsman frowns and turns back.

“Hello.”

Mu Jin-seop was sitting on the back of that academy. Mujin Seop smiles widely and looks at Swordsmanship and Devello. Seeing that face, the Magenta felt faint.

‘Something's different. ’

It is not the same as before. No mood, no face. The appearance was of a young child, not much different from the last time I saw it, but his hair was white and shining silver.

“About three years. It's been a long time, but nothing's changed. ”

“Where were you doing? ”

The sword groans and asks. The question made my head tilt.

“Just, you know, wandering around. I was frustrated.I wanted to see something wider... Hmm. And then I came here. ”

The soundless laughter.

“Get in. I'll show you something fun. ”

Mujin Seop tapped the back of the school with his hand. Devello tilts his head.

“Fun place? ”

“Yes.”

Jun-seop nodded his head.

“I'll take you to the Abbey. ”