Dragon’s Legacy

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[theme song vs solo night song .swf]

The poem read the articles and clicked on the title that ends with swf. This was a comparison of the lonely night sung by Sung-min Hwang and the lonely night sung by the poet. Hwang Seung-min's song came out for about 20 seconds and the poem's song was about 20 seconds, but I could feel that the difference in performance was clear even if someone who didn't even know the song.

[I can't hear you when I listen to the song.]

What the hell is that thing pointing at?]

People called the graduates because Hwang Seung-min blamed the situation vigorously. Even on the feminine site, there was a severe criticism of Seungjin's story, but it did not make fun of him in this way. On the male-oriented site, he synthesized it into movie posters, made comparative videos, and it was a really exciting atmosphere.

[Written on graduate Twitter blah blah blah Real joke.]

The poem confirmed Seung Minh's Twitter address.

[What do ignorant netizens know? I can't help but sigh at the pity of using evil words. Losers who can only insult others on the Internet. Live like that.]

It was like hugging a grenade and running into a hostile camp. Probably because he cursed on the internet, he wrote in his heart, but it was a really ignorant act for the decade veteran internet savage. Celebrity is a living image, and it looks like it could be a significant image hit.

An old football director once said, "Twitter is a waste of life." It doesn't apply in every case, but at least it works for the current winner. It's ironic that Twitter for communicating with fans is eating away at their images.

The poem ended all without needing to use his hands. Images are hard to build, but they collapse in a single moment. It was similar to a ship that was stranded on a reef suddenly, even in a violent storm. There must have been a difficult process to become famous like now, but he made a mistake and got hit quite a bit.

I'm going to be busy at this rate, so I don't think I'll be able to flirt with exhaustion anymore. It was a warm happy ending.

The poem turned off the computer to lie down and sleep. However, since then, it has been written 6 in dark yellow at the bottom right of the field of view. As the number decreased as the day went by, it seemed to indicate the time of connection to the fighting game that Toleiman mentioned.

Simply put, I have 6 days to access the fighting game.... I kept postponing it because I only needed to access it within a month anyway, but if I postponed it any longer, I decided to end it now.

The poem crossed to the library in Quezron Castle and sat on a cushy chair with a connector in its ear and played a fighting game.

The vision flashes momentarily and brightens with a brief dazzling feeling. What caught my eye was a huge hall, a huge number of people, and a huge screen on the ceiling. It was quite the same as it had been before.

When I looked at the clock, it was past 2: 00 in the morning. I felt like I should finish as quickly as possible. Click the magnifying glass search button in the lower right corner to locate the opponent while the magnifying glass moves.

And [I found my opponent. Would you like to start?] Your vision became dim briefly and your surroundings changed rapidly, as if you were accessing the game.

Unlike before, it was moved into a building that felt like a typical indoor playground. Across the street, a boy who looked like he was in his late teens stood with a nervous expression.

At the beginning of the countdown from 10 seconds in the middle of the field of view, the poem drew all of Margie into a pose. Toleiman allowed her to perfectly synchronize with reality at her own pace, so she never intended to be as careless as before. There is one in the bay.

At the same time the number 1 disappeared, the poem hit the ground at once and jumped into the boy. Thanks to the 30-year mark, the expression "electric stone" was fast enough to match.

Whether it was this fast, the boy was embarrassed and twitched, and at the same time, the fist of the Pope punched the boy in the face. Although not perfect, I was able to punch the boy in the face in a reasonably reasonable posture because I practiced the ritual of power ().

A loud, thumping sound echoes through you, and you feel an exhilarating blow. It feels so different from hitting a wooden doll!

Though it was not able to emit perfect power, Margie's amount of 30 years was enormous. At the same time, the boy's head suddenly turned into a silver grain and disappeared like a can.

“Well, what the hell. ”

When he overcame so easily, the poem made a big face. One punch and it's over? I even thought it was fresh.

But this was an idea I could do because I didn't know what it was. Having sex with women and leveling up quickly and comfortably, it was foolish to see the value of the 30-year mark. At the end of the 30-year game, it was an enormous amount of middleweight, i.e. users of levels 4-5. He hit a level 1 user with an internal airspace of only a year with such a stroke, so it was natural for him to win so easily.

The letter [Victory] shifts back to the lobby at the same time as a large mob in sight. It was a fairly simple system, but the same human was a battle opponent, so I could experience tremendous fun and catharsis without any special content.

A strange feeling filled my heart with relief that the situation was overwhelming but not overwhelming, and joy that I had won. I thought it might be fun to win, so I thought I'd try again, but I shook my head and closed the connection.

Your vision flashes slightly and you return to the library. I accessed the fighting game and lost the number that was below my sight. It seemed like there was a thousand times more pressure than looking at the last few reserve dates, but as the numbers disappeared, there was a great relief. The numbers were constantly against him as if he had been sentenced to death.

Now, thinking that he could stay comfortable for a month, he went back to the officetel and lay down next to Aru and closed his eyes. Normally, I would fall asleep right away, but after the fight, my heart trembled and I kept remembering the exhilarating taste of my hands before. And I thought carefully about the awkward pose that I had taken. I was anxious for some reason, but the poem asked me to sleep.

There have been a lot of calls to cafes and cell phones since the episode kicked off at the main base. Cable TV, magazines, newspaper interviews, and even broadcasts make VJ famous! I also came to shoot a cafe on a public broadcast.

“Great coffee! ”

“Best coffee I've ever had! ”

“The chairs are so comfortable! ”

“It's comforting to study here! ”

VJ held up the camera and interviewed guests at the cafe. Usually, when filming a broadcast like this, the poem's cafe didn't even have to do that, saying that it was delicious while giving food for free. It's because there are so many customers, so I kept praising them for understanding and interviewing them.

VJ interviewed Hyunju about how to make coffee and how to make it so delicious.

“I, Café Quezron, can make coffee using only the finest beans so that it tastes better and tastes better than other cafes. ”

“What beans do you use? ”

“Only my boss knows that.... ”

I did a little stuttering, but finished the interview more neatly than I thought. Then VJ went to Eun Ji for an interview.

“You have a very pretty uniform. ”

“Yes, Café Quezron has given me a specially made, ordered uniform and shoes, and the vibe of the cafe is very well suited to our guests. ”

Eun-ji gave an interview as scripted by the author before recording. However, even the script was not a problem because it was properly made by talking to the poem before recording.

In this way, VJ took a very detailed picture of Cafe Quezron. I still had a lot of female guests after the main course broadcast, but I was worried how many more guests would come after this broadcast.

Cafe Quezron's famous coffee became more famous as the city became famous, and I was standing outside the cafe to drink this coffee. Cafe Quezron's coffee was quite expensive, but the taste of coffee was different from that of ordinary friends. Seeing that Cafe Quezron's Americano pressure to drink it for 6,000 won.

Even a very famous domestic coffee expert came to Café Quezron, tasted the coffee and was moved, and wrote a very long article on the internet, and it was also a very popular issue, and many guests grew.

However, as the business in the cafe worked so well, the situation was able to make an enormous turnover of 60 million won each month.

I managed a cafe and studied for college, and interviewed mid-term magazines and newspapers. After spending a busy day, I noticed that some time had passed, and I took a topple and JPT exam midway through.

“How are you? Do you think you'll be able to take the test tomorrow? ”

He left a day of simulation in September, and the poem was lightly reviewing what he had learned so far in the room of praise.

“Of course. Someone taught me that. ”

The poem smiled and said to Chan, Although praise also taught me well, the intelligence of the poem increased considerably and the effect of using magic tools was much greater. So, even after reading it a few times, it became easy to memorize the contents, and it became level enough to apply based on it. In the past, it was an ability I could never even dream of.

“Glad you know. ”

In the words of the poem, praise smiled and joked. Praise was only admired by the genius of the poem, even though he taught it. When I first learned it from myself, it was clearly a messy level, but soon after, mathematics has become so that there are very few wrong problems in any subject, such as mathematics and English.

I also studied all year long, and in parallel with the cafe, I almost mastered high school level studies for a short while for a few months.

“Just in case. If you get all the grades for tomorrow's exam, will you do me a favor? ”

“Boo, please? ”

He was embarrassed by the sudden demand for the situation and said.

“Yes. If it's too much, you can say no. ”

“No, it's okay. I'll give you whatever you want, even if you get the first grade this year. ”

I accepted the thought that praise was nothing, because I saw everything that I could not see at the same time after having sex with the poem anyway.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. ”

The poem smiled with a compliment smile.

The day of the mock exam in September.

The poem got up at dawn, as usual, and built up the interior of the yin yang symbiotic system. After doing light exercises, I went home and took a shower.

Normally, I would have gone to a cafe, but the story of dressing up went to the institute that I had registered for simulation. I didn't even compete, but my heart was a little shaken because I was trying to do a proper mock exam for a long time.

When I went to the institute and sat down at the assigned seat, I looked around. It was not that there was no one who looked as old as him, but they were mostly lucky and seniors, so they were still quite crude.

Shortly after, the bell that announced the 1st grade test rang and the school teacher came in and turned the language field test paper. The impression of this mock paper is so new.

The language area was a very good subject before, so I finished it without any difficulties. With this strength, I finished the social exploration, including repairs of the 2nd period, 3rd period foreign language, and 4th period. How much time was left in each subject. I could check all the answer sheets to check the score. I could spare time if I searched the problem thoroughly one more time.

After completing the exam until the 4th period, he put the marked answer sheet separately in his bag and went to the house of praise. The shift was at 6: 30, so I had enough time to take my test check.

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