Desire
00490 Snow
There was no great reason to come to Lunar New Year.
The reason why the 'elderly' wanted to see the snowy snow, the snowy land, and the sea of snow. Eventually, Devello became a guide for the elders.
“I'm sick of your eyes. ”
A seemingly invincible, nurturing sheep mutters behind her back. Devello's eyebrows twitch. I want to go to Snow White. I want to see the ocean... So I came here, and I'm bored because I've been here less than three days.
“Good food is often bitten when you eat it. ”
The one who received the words of Jinyang was the Heavenly Spirit winner. He was the legendary Maduro, which was branded by the Muslims 500 years ago, and was a strong, stateless owner whose power was so great that the factions and the Safa worked together to capture him. The scent of Jinyang, which was known to have died in the Great Depression, became fresh.
“Nothing has changed that much since 200 years ago. No snow piled up, no cold.” Shinag Heo Juharang replied with a humming voice. He is a renowned master of music 200 years ago. In the last year, he received photopathy and died playing the flute day and night on an unnamed mountain.
“I hate the cold. ”
Maragata, the Dalai Lama of the Podallabang Palace, muttered the chief's legal strategy. Born in a yellow desert and died in the desert, he had an instant body, but had a sense of rejection for the snow itself.
“You're not used to it. You've never seen the ocean.” Bloody Blood masonry. He led a band of pirates in the Namhae 300 years ago, and was killed by Maragata. In response, Maragata frowns and looks at the cornerstone.
“The stinking fish is talking.” “What? You want to die? ”
The cornerstone growls. Devello sighs and looks down at Odeng's wailing face.
All five men are fresh from the monastery. After Mujinseop and Devello left for the Abbey, they followed Mujinseop and Devello, saying they wanted to go on a road trip for a long time.
‘If you knew this, you should have stayed with the sword. ’
The sword remains in the temple scent. Instead of returning to the Advance Forest, the Swordsman chose to complete his work without a sword. Devello thinks he's jealous of the sword after forgetting everything.
“Who was the strongest man in the Moorish world? ”
The monk asks, "I used the monastery as a monastery, but the monastery isn't the only one out there." Devello replies without hesitation to such a victory.
“The bloodthirsty blood horse. ”
“Hematoma. What a magnificent star, but a worthless one. There were many who called Hematony Shrimp 500 years ago. And they all died for me. ”
He said in a eerie voice. The other gods laughed and laughed. Although it is said that it is fresh to take off offence and get out of grief, none of the fresh ones Devello saw truly took off offence and took off grief.
‘I threw it away and got drunk again. That's it.'
Years in the Abbey. Devello understood the existence of freshness. They abandoned all stubbornness at the end of their lives and stood at the pinnacle of something. I was at the top, so I abandoned my stubbornness. And when he died, his spirit was revitalized and refreshed. And again, I took offense.
Therefore, the life or values of humans were meaningless to the fresh people of the incense. They all lived in different backgrounds.
The undefeated Jinyang was called the Most Underworld 300 years ago, and surrendered without killing the opponent, resulting in the star "undefeated."
Five hundred years ago, a thousand year old triumphant monk killed and became the enemy of the Muslims by massacre, Safa and an old girl.
200 years ago, Yuharang Shinak had the most underbelly music, but was not deeply involved in the mosque. I've spent my life obsessed with music, and a deep artistic spirit died playing music by creating photopathy.
Legal Maragata, the Dalai Lama of the Podallaq Palace, which was called the Captain's Star 500 years ago. He died as a Dalai Lama while ruling the Podallable Palace without much involvement in the jungle.
Heavy Hemisphere. A leader who led a horde of ruthless pirates in the Namhae 300 years ago, shouting, "Everything that rises above the sea is his." The story of the masonry that disappears suddenly during stormy nights is still legendary in Namhae.
People who lived in a different era, but would never fit in at the same time. When they arrived at the palace and were refreshed, they laughed and laughed, mixing strangely, like water and oil.
“Oh.”
It was the masonry that made the sound. He opens his eyes and looks beyond the crowded streets.
“There's a great guy. ”
“What?"
In the words of the stone, the other gods turn their heads toward the direction he sees. Soon, their expressions changed. Devello tilts his head, turning his head in the direction they see him. Odenko smiles at you without hesitation.
“Fate is fate. ”
*
The streets were crowded with people. Azin walks behind Camila, who walks in a gallop ahead of him, accompanied by a frankincense and Persian fragrance.
“Is that okay? ”
“I love being trampled in the eye. Pod, you're getting a sniffle. ”
Camila giggles as she raises her feet. Obviously, he nods his head. The distinctive sensation of being trampled on by the eyes was also admitted to being strangely addictive.
“Festivals are just crowded, nothing much to see.” “It is said that at night, there is more to see.” “Then why don't you come out at night?” “Isn't it fun to compare day and night? ”
In Azin's answer, Persik smiles and hangs on Azin's arm. Raw Snow's scent seems troublesome, but she doesn't hold her hand.
“Walking so fast...”
Azin's words stopped. The expression of Raw Snow changed together. Azin turns his head to a cool face. I can feel the intense gaze coming from not far away. You groan a low aroma of Raw Snow standing next to Azin.
“This is...”
“Well..."
I never thought I'd get this intense attention from the front line. Camila stops walking earlier. Azin immediately approaches Camila and stands as if protecting her.
Who is it?
When I thought about it, my eyes became closer. It wasn't just one. Seeing the men coming through the crowd, his face stiffened.
“Should I say lucky? ”
He mutters as he lowers his back hand below his waist. Hands that stretch naturally are ready to be turned into fists at any time, or can be used as a capital.
I see Devello. It's been a few years, but he hasn't changed that much since I last saw him. Azin frowns at Devello's face.
Camilla is a Doppelgänger of Devello. Although Camila said she lost a lot of Devello's vibe as she grew up in other environments, the half expense still resembles Devello a lot.
‘You wouldn't even notice. ’
That's what Azin is wary of. Camilla, Persian, figuring out the connection between Raw Snow and Devello.
“It's been a while.”
It was Devello who spoke first. Naturally, Devello's hand rises to the waist. As if they are ready to be biopsied at any time. Ajin looks at Devello like that, and he stands beside her, smiling and smiling.
“.. the Sword. ”
Raw snow calls out to him in a small voice. She glances at you with a cold face. The scent of lime and black snow has been bad for decades. At the last time the two were united, Raw Snow Scent broke the Heart Sword of the Unsullied and defeated him.
“Don't call me that. ”
I was tired with a smiling face.
“The Sword. It's not a good sign for me.” “... what? ”
It reeks of black snow. He took great pride in his sword and his sword. What do you mean, he denies the star of the sword? Whatever he wanted to say, the black snow scent silenced his lips when he saw the brightness in the depths of the seamless eyes.
‘It's changed.’
In front of her now, there is no such thing as a sour grapefruit flavor. Ajin felt it, too. But Azin couldn't concentrate on him.
Five men looking this way. Their gaze was sharp as a knife, and as soft as silk.
“I see.”
Jinyang opened her mouth. He looks at the pain with a swirling, smiling eye.
“So you're a hematologist. ”
“.. who is it? ”
I didn't raise my voice. Favor and curiosity are mixed into the gaze. They say there are no enemies, but as long as they are with Devello, they are enemies of Azin.
“You have no manners. Do you know who we are, child? ”
Maragata grabs her tongue and asks. Ajin glances at Maragata, his head tightened. Although not subdued, Maragata felt similar to the Ghost Ambassador of Shaolin, which was killed by Ajin.
“There's no way to know. He's living in an age. Where should I play the flute? ”
Yuharang laughed. Are there still this many masters left in the jungle? Azin remembers seeing the five men standing beside Devello.
Soilrod, clover.
“.. fresh? ”
Azin came to that conclusion. Devello hid his appearance in the mountains of Baek San Sa 'il and the legendary monastery scent. We live in an age now. It's like living in a previous era, and that strange prayer.
I couldn't think of anything but fresh.
“You're not so subtle after all. ”
Usussaint applauded. Oh, my God. He swallowed that surprise. Did you really have a scent of clover? And they're really fresh? The cornerstone filled its tongue with suspicion mixed with Azin's gaze.
“Of course I don't. Well, it doesn't matter. You're... very strong. ”
A dark smile blossomed on the cornerstone's face. He acknowledged the strength of Azin. even though we haven't done the contours, and we're not even half the age of life yet.
“I think it's better than when I was human.” “Definitely. Times seem to have changed. You don't even have a light bulb, and you have a man of that size. ”
Freshmen chuckle as they talk. Azin looks at them with a stiff face, naturally extending his feet and standing in front of Raw Snow, Persian and Camila.
“Why did you come to Snow White? ”
“I want to see the ocean. ”
Devello answers Azin's question. She frowns and glances at the freshness.
“That's all. ”
“That's why it's not obvious. ”
“You don't like it? ”
“Where is the sword? ”
“A clover's scent.”
“Lead them.”
There was a quick conversation. Devello tilts his head and asks.
“Why?”
“I can't kill you, but I have to kill the sword. Or get on your knees and knees before me.” Why? ”“ The sword is a symbol of a fallen sect. ”
The gods laughed at that.
“.. what's so funny? ”
“Jellyfish saffani, it's a worthless story. ”
He laughs and sees the pain.
“What do you think? I'd rather hang out with this old man than play with him like that. ”
A terrible slaughter strikes Asin. It was the murder of Madu, Murim's first, who was called a thousand years ago.