Rebirth of The Heavenly Demon (Jang Young Hun)

Im Yi-Hwa was surprised to hear that Song Hwa Rin had come to the audience.

Songhwa Lin was really waiting for me.

“Lynn! What's wrong with you? ”

“How are you? ”

“What do I do? Dan's not home. ”

“I came to see my mother today. ”

“Me? Why me? Let's sit down and talk about this. ”

As soon as the two of them sat face to face on the table, quarrels broke out.

Im Yehwa gazed at Song Hwa Rin's face without saying a word. The swelling on your face was still there.

“I'm sorry.”

“No, I came to tell you that I'm sorry. ”

“You?”

“I know our parents are worried about us. I'm so sorry for your concern. ”

I thought that forecasting was a bit unexpected. Apart from her liking Songhhwalin and wanting to be her daughter-in-law, she thought she was a bit dull. I didn't think I'd have to come and talk to you like this, but I guess I'll just have to live with myself.

Ara, I had this heart.

But I was surprised to come here and say that.

“What happened? ”

Song Hwa Rin smiled slightly.

“Dan said. I got beat up and woke up. I feel a little older now that I've been beaten. ”

“Hahaha.”

Im Yehwa smiled in a cheerful manner. Im Yehwa could feel that Song Hwa Rin was going through a period of change.

Songhhwalin was actually hesitant to come here today many times. He even came to the door and tried to go back.

But I didn't. Apart from the matter of marriage to the Department of Bridal, I feel it is imperative that I tell Lee Yi-Hwa that I am okay. He'll be worried.

I thought that maybe I was trying to change my desire to be real, not just my aspiration.

“Lyna.”

“Yes.”

Im Yehwa wanted to say this to Songhwa Lin.

“You can take your time. You can see everything you want to see and go slowly as you do everything you want. Sometimes you get in the wrong way. It's okay though.”

That's a right only you young people can have.

Foreplay reminded me of a long time ago when I was young. I miss the time that passed quickly like a flying scepter. At that time, I felt urgent when someone advised me to go this slowly.

Rather, I wanted to age quickly. I expected something great to be waiting for me beyond that age.

Song Hwa Rin calmly said, watching the eyes of Lim Hwa slightly flushed.

“Can I come and see you sometime? ”

As he approached, Najik whispered in his ear.

“You can start living in my house today. ”

Im Hwa smiled loudly as she saw Song Hwa Lin blushing and embarrassed.

Songhhwalin felt welcome today. Suddenly, I remembered the face of the Masonry, but I quickly got rid of him.

“Would you like another cup of tea? ”

Song Hwa Rin replied with a smile as bright as a cheerful question.

“Yes!”

* * *

The next morning, a shipyard walks into the Great Forest.

I walked like I enjoyed a walk, but arrived at the promised place exactly the same time as yesterday.

Every day, I turned my back and looked at the Great Forest.

A fishing rod walks toward him and asks.

“What are you looking at? ”

It was only a few steps closer.

The moment when I stopped because of the feeling of disgust that I did not know.

Clairvoyance!

The man with his back turned like lightning and slapped his fist.

The line turns sideways and dodges the attack.

But there will be no room for joy from an ambush.

I was swarming like a flash of light.

Shhhhh!

The swan sword slashes through the air, aiming for the heart of the sunburn.

Xiaoang!

The fishing rod flicked my sword with its debts. The power of the debt was great. He must have prevented a lot of attacks with this one so far.

Most likely the sword was broken, and the stronger one missed the sword, and the truly strong opponent would have bounced off the sword and missed it greatly.

But my sword was not included in any of the three.

I swiped in the wrong direction slightly to the side.

Puaaak!

Blood splits from the archery's shoulders.

Fuck! Fuck!

Without even looking at his shoulder, the sunbeam bounces back, stirring the debt roughly.

I would have followed you if I had saved your life, but I didn't.

He seems to be struggling, but there has been a theft in the retreat.

It's a trap!

It was a herbivore that attracted enemies in the moment of crisis. If you think this is an opportunity, you will be attacked properly.

Stopped more than a dozen paces away, the furnace quickly pressed down on the blood vessel and stopped its shoulder.

“Who are you? ”

“I met you yesterday. Have you forgotten? We meet here every day. ”

I was wearing the clothes of the man I killed yesterday.

Of course I thought you'd find out. I just wanted it to be as close as possible to an ambush. Luckily, I was able to cut off his shoulder.

Of course, I was confident that I would just stick together and win.

But it didn't have to be risky. He wasn't worth it. It would have been best if we had just killed him in that one raid.

“He must be dead. ”

“You're gonna die, too. ”

Usually, we would have more conversations. However, I made a bold and daring attack.

The most important thing in a good fight is catching a player. If the opponent is snatched away, the opponent will be dragged away and the last step will be taken.

I started chasing him. Quickly and without delay, many attacks do not drive them away. The next attack that must be stopped is to catch the player.

The flame created by the sword and its debts splashed into the air.

If it was an ordinary iron debt, it should have been cut off by a woven sword that was held within the air.

However, the debt that the balloon bracket was holding was not an ordinary debt. It was an absolute weapon that made the age of sunshine today, and in addition, the entire life of the age of sunlight was also not great.

It is clear that the masonry of the Fire Age is one step below the poetry.

But that's when the fight is official.

The force to break through a crisis in an accidental situation can be above the cauldron. I hate old people, but I know how scary they are.

If we give them a break, they'll think they're dead and fight.

And why is that?

It's like they're giving me a break.

I kept pushing, but the fire age was not great.

Paraarak.

I repeated that I could see the flowers disappearing after the debt unfolded and folded.

At that time, there was a dazzling herb.

However, as the herbs continued, his expression became more and more firm.

He felt that he was being pushed little by little.

Uahhhh.

Once again, the arm of the sunbeam is severed. Blood splattered everywhere. It just seemed to hurt a lot, but I could tell the wound was shallow.

However, the injury greatly shook the psychology of the flamethrowers. He was injured again by Millden's car.

Shhhhhhh!

Memory exited from debt.

It was a number of spleens saved by the fire age.

The memory that flew out of the debt barely passed my face. The cost of that missed was great.

Puaaak!

My sword cut his wrist.

“Grrrgh!"

The first scream that came out. I dropped the debt I was holding while my wrist muscles were deeply slit.

Shanghai!

My sword that followed slashed his back.

“Grrrgh!"

The flamethrower howls as dangerously as a desperate scream, and soon crushes the buttocks. The battle is decided.

“Wait! Please wait! ”

He grabs his wrist. Blood flows through your fingers, and the blood flows from your sides soaks up your pants.

He had to wait for a better moment to use his memory. But he was in a hurry and over-exploited his memory.

There is always a loophole when a large attack fails. It was also why I loved the three herbs of the sword coma during the wedding.

“…… Help me. If you let me live, I'll listen to anything. Who hired you? I'll give you two, maybe five times more than him. Give me five more, and I'll give you ten more if you kill the man you hired. I promise.”

I said it casually as I watched the struggle to survive somehow.

“There's a lot of foolishness in life in old age. ”

“Whatever. I don't want to die. ”

“Did you bite my employer? ”

“Who is it?”

“My employer is dead. You killed him in Jenam. ”

When the sunscreen made a curious look on my face.

Phew!

My sword pierced his heart without cause.

“This is the revenge of the child you killed. ”

As you twist your sword, the whirlpool screams in agony.

You pull out your sword quickly and stab yourself in the other chest again.

“This is the revenge of the parents. ”

You twist your sword again. He screams for death.

He could not give up his foolishness in life even at this moment.

“Please... spare me. ”

“That old body was so precious? Do you want to kill the child and enjoy the river? ”

“... I'll live a good life from now on. So please."

I pulled out the sword I was stuck in.

Then I turned around and walked the other way.

I walked a dozen steps and looked back at him.

I woke up staggering. You nod at me to see if you thought it would save your life.

“... Thank you. This grace... I'll never forget it. ”

But my answer was something he could not imagine.

“I did, didn't I? Living like that won't end well. So I warned you to live quietly. ”

He looks puzzled. Is it because he faced his last? Or is it because the horse is stuck in my heart?

He remembered when and from whom he heard it. He remembered what the Muslim monk said to him when he was refused to go to the Senate a long time ago.

“That's what the lowlife told me. How do you know that? ”

The moment he opened his eyes, my sword split the air.

Shhhhhhh!

Puahhhhhhhhhh!

A three-second mattress has been launched and the space where the boat anchor was standing explodes.

The body of the flamethrower splits apart.

Larynx.

Unrecognizable pieces of flesh pour down with the dirt.

The space itself was flying away.

Tuck.

A small piece of iron, which had no known shape, fell beneath its feet. It was a debt of the sunburn. It disappeared from the world along with its owner.

“Go to hell. ”

I left a cold note and turned around. Through the thick bamboo tree, I saw the sky.

Maybe she's in her grandmother's arms somewhere and the child is asleep.

My child, please live a long and happy life in the next life.

* * *

“The boathouse left yesterday hasn't come in yet. ”

I was surprised at the unexpected report of poetry. I've never done that. I don't know anything else, but I know that fire hydrants are very regular people.

“Have you looked everywhere? ”

“I'm looking for them now... but I can't see them." ”

“Something's come up. ”

Suddenly, the innate water was flawed.

“Really?"

His expression became serious as if he had already thought the same.

The spirit rises from its place.

“Let's go to his room. ”

The two of them entered the room in the furnace.

I looked in closets and drawers. But the burden of the flamethrowers was gone.

The enthusiasm got rid of it by order of the council.

“He's gone! ”

The expressionless spirit shouts for a moment.

“Holy shit! Are you telling me that this old man turned the safe? ”

“I think so. ”

Sigon did not talk about other possibilities. He had a lot of feelings because of the fire age earlier. There was such clear evidence that I did not intend to side with him. Rather, he began looking for evidence to prove he was the culprit.

The spirit, on the other hand, was anti-Semitic. Even so, I didn't think anyone around the age of fire would risk their lives for a few million.

Then Sigon shouted.

“Look here. ”

The table next to you shifts and something falls from underneath.

“This?”

“A jewel on a woven sword. He hurriedly left and crashed into the table. ”

It was the one that the Feldspar modified the sword in the iron cage and kept it separate.

The road packed up and smuggled it here.

We need to look at it more closely than any other direct evidence to be sure we can frame it.

If they don't find it, the journey will bring it back later. He found it in the bright-eyed room while he was cleaning.

The underdog is still undecided. Either it's clear evidence that the bulldozer is the culprit, or it's to frame him.

“Find this old man first! Hurry up!"

“Yes!”

“And never let this happen out of your mouth. ”

“I understand.”

Sigon hurriedly left the room. He was usually such a heavy mouth that he didn't have to worry about it.

What if the old man betrayed us? That's why when my father found out about this, the problem got worse.

I'd be a fool to be beaten up by my family members if I was beaten by someone else. Whoever did this must clean up this mess quietly.

The spirit shifts its head inadvertently and is stunned.

“Oops!”

A mysterious woman stood outside the window and looked inside. I was even more surprised immediately after I told Sigon that I had to keep her secret.

"You scared me, bitch. ’

The horse went up to my throat, but I was close. But she was the woman my father sent.

She turns like a ghost without a word and walks away.

The spirit screams nervously at the outside of the window.

“I don't know yet! Just keep your mouth shut! ”

She disappears whether she heard it or not.

Boom!

An essence slams the window frame.

“Shit! Shit! ”

It just kept getting worse.