peritoneal warfare
I did not look back, but turned to the audience. It was there that there was the Blue Dragon Gate, the beginning and source of my customization. I forgot all the nasty things that were said about falling sheep and ran fiercely only towards undocumented songs. Until now, I have been somewhat reluctant because of the benefits of my previous life, but something has changed in me as I go through the death of the dead.
Pa!
Focusing solely on running, my work was as fast as a sigh, and I did not rest for a moment. Just as I lightly ignored the limitations imposed on the human body, I never got tired while my mind was broken five times. When the muscles were slightly tired, they were able to revitalize immediately as if they were super-renewal.
Wheelic
I jumped to the top of the mountain just a half-day's walk to the crown jeweler. From here, you do not have to go through the mountain path. Moving through the landscapes of people will not buy any useless misunderstandings later on. And I thought, looking up at the horizon, in the clear air of the mountains.
"What the hell was that terrible rain? '
It's strange.
Artificial.
Though I wasn't thinking about the meeting with Manganese, the darkness that came over me on my way to the rumbling song was clearly strange. Including this, I live my eighth life, but I've never seen so much rain before. There must have been a powerful weather change because there was a 'reason'.
There is definitely a conflict in my reverse [if there is a cause, the past changes].
If so, why?
I thought I'd ask the Grim Reaper for a moment, but soon I erased it. It is because there is no guarantee that the network will know why, and I did not want to sell anything else anymore. I was already prepared for death, so I could recognize it later.
"Hmm. This place is full of bandits and robbers..."
People are dying.
"Sa, help me!"
"Hahaha!!"
Standing at the top of the mountain, three or four bandits appear on a quiet mountain pass, wielding their swords at the passersby, trying to kill them. It was about forty pages away, so I thought I wouldn't be late and filled it with gravel under my feet.
Fall in!
"Grrrgh!"
Two bandits' heads are crushed by gravel. Probably died of concussion, given the extent of the shock. The other two pant in shock at the sudden appearance of the defect, and I kicked the gravel again.
Phew!
"Khhh!!"
The rest of the bandits spilled their blood and fell to their deaths. I killed four bandits in an instant, but I felt no guilt. It's because the bandits were dealt with that passerby saved his life. However, I've felt this way in my past life, but I feel like there are many violent highwaymen and murderers around here.
Why are there so many bandits around?
I muttered to myself, and a moment later, I encountered a bandit preparing to sell with a knife in the mountains. He seemed smart and fit, whether he was acting alone.
"Huh-huh-uh... give me everything you have, little one..."
The bandits show their teeth when they see me, but after a few moments, they kneel on their knees and give me less teeth. I held out my fist and said to him:
"Sorry. All I have is my fist."
"Cow... small... I'm sorry... Please just spare my life..."
I've already killed four bandits today. Everyone deserved to die, but I felt it was too awkward to shut up and kill any more. So I nodded and asked.
"Hey, why are there bandits or robbers around here? It's been weird for a while."
"The Cow... the Cow doesn't live around here?"
"Yes. If you have a reason, explain yourself. Solve my questions and I'll let you go."
"I'll tell you about it! I know very well!!"
I wiped my hands and explained it fluently with the Bandit's disdainful look.
"You seem to be a Gangho Moo-Rim, but have you heard of Seventy-two greenery?"
I answered the grave.
"I've heard of it. It's a gathering of greenery."
Seventy-two greenery.
It meant that there were 72 bandits gathering in the greenery (63805; ), which is the common denominator of bandits. Of course, it wasn't exactly 72, and it was a sarcastic expression that there were bandits everywhere in the middle circle. In fact, the Bandit stronghold was widely known to the public and was soon to be subdued by the military.
"Oh my… you can't help it… but 72 are completely fake, but 18 are completely true! I know there's only five of them in this audience."
"What? Eighteen green bars?"
"Neenai. I'm not one of them, but those who have the strength to break through will flock there and serve..."
"Hmm..."
I felt overwhelmed.
"My childhood audience was a place of great security. '
There are also formal greenery in my time of representation, and the greenery there receives a formal unsecured service. But they usually played separately, and they weren't called together for eighteen years. I was curious and said.
"No matter how immutable the gate is in the audience, don't the Muslims beat up those eighteen? Especially if it is a , it is a great opportunity to announce the name of the tribe."
"That's it... not because the eighteen play separately, but because they act united all the time. In addition, eighteen shareholders or debt shareholders are said to be stronger than chaotic Muslims. After some Muslims have been favored, everyone's been avoiding it for a while."
"......"
Bandits were originally many humans who ran away because they could not withstand the excessive symptoms of peasants or migrants or the tyranny of subordinates. Many of them were firefighters or fugitives. That's why there were a lot of robberies and a lot of bandits around. In addition, we could not even dream of cooperating with each other. Even if the bandits died fighting with their swords, I remember seeing many things while pretending to be alive.
That is - usually miscellaneous.
Bandits of this age are too powerful.
Of course, even in my time of expressing myself, the bandits were still learning to do nothing. I just couldn't see how much I was counting. If it was a bit strong, the denominators of the republic would pay a bounty, but there were times when the bandits would take heavy damage to resist the death force.
It was usually very difficult to find a thief whose status was higher than that. Even so, they would eventually fall into Safa or Madopal Moon and become middle managers. It's because there's no reason to be a thief when you become a man without a job.
However, I had no idea that eighteen livelihoods were active in the wild and even beat up the militia that were involved in the subjugation. No matter how many bandits learn to do it, it is harder than a Muslim who is formally trained to do it.
Did the bandits really learn the Raising Fist? '
That's all I can think about. A shareholder or debt shareholder can maintain that level of power at least because they have a top-notch job. It made sense that the Royal Guard would not be able to subdue them sooner.
I was curious and asked.
"Is there anyone who controls all those 18 bonds at once?"
"Well... I've heard of a man who claims to be the Green Lord. But it's just a rumor, so I don't know."
"The Green King?"
"I heard a tiger wears a tiger's hide. Rumor has it that the Hoang Wang Temple, led by him, is the strongest of the 18..."
I thought the Forest King was spreading rumors because his personal power was high. I always thought I'd have to write this information down. The more you know about information at this time, the better.
"Good. You should go, too."
"Ugh, thank you, Snub...!!"
I retreated from that position.
"Give me the money!"
"Hee hee hee."
Then, he secretly watched for about a mile in plain sight, and sighed as he saw the bandit trying to shove a machete at another passerby.
'Bandits are always there.'
Why are there so many bandits dressed like this? It would be useless to talk to those robbers about their personality because it's hard to live. I've been with the bandits half my life, so I know their toughness better than anyone.
I bounced off a little pebble the size of a thumb.
Oh, shit!
"Huff!"
Ka River
When the stone hits the detector with the exact blade, he releases it. I was a bandit who picked up his sword in a hurry, but I realized I was already hiding and watching. He sneaks in the street a couple of times.
"Oh... no, just go."
"Hee hee hee."
I didn't want to see that dick anymore, so I just stepped back. And I thought to myself,
'I must catch this Bandit King someday. That's why they see the damage.'
And I was soon able to enter the city of the audience.
The city of spectators flourished as before. I wasn't so nervous because this was my third visit, but I began to relax and wash with the money I got from a few bandits. I bought new clothes because my clothes and straw were twisted.
I relaxed on the second floor of the guest glass, looking out the window, and while resting, I felt the energy of many elite masters being sensed by Qi Qi.
'Well... they were the elite masters of Gangho, who secretly tracked down Nam Gong-hwan and Yong-yeon.'
There was definitely something like that.
Tracking the Yin within the Dynasty!
If I forced the female hairdresser of the celestial body, Mo Yong-seok, I was chased by the rumor that I would get a strong internal air, and I was forced to ask the death penalty for help.
I seemed to arrive just in time for the event. If this had not happened, it would have been "inevitable." I could have helped him, but I didn't feel I had to.
It was entirely because of the negligent mouth of Nam, it had nothing to do with me, and there was no benefit to it. Not only that, when the death penalty intervened, those guys couldn't turn on each other. I just decided to start by getting ready to enter the Blue Dragon Cabinet okay tomorrow.
I ate confidently and then took a rest and went to the audience in front of the Chongryong Mountains. There stood the Brothers of Bangil, who were happy faces. They remembered that Bang Il was quite close to me, especially by weeping and drooling, which are the two sides of the Choongryong ministry. It's not a nice meeting, but it was also a bad relationship.
I smiled and said.
"I'm here to take the entrance exam for the Blue Dragon Cabinet."
Is this the third horse? Regret was young.
"The entrance exam? Khahaha, he's a funny guy."
I also hear this third time. Seeing the reaction of the laughter, I thought it was as expected.
I did not resist the flow, but quietly began to reproduce what was then, in keeping with the psychological flow.
Cough!
Soon, Bangil and I wrestled, and the current that I had won led me to the War of the Worlds continued.
As I was walking along the room to the War of the Wastelands, I was curious. So I asked him a question I'd never asked before.
"The death penalty."
"Hmph, I hope he's already using the word" death penalty. ""
There were no thorns on the horse, though it was blunt. As expected, this one was bad at expressing himself to others. I laughed myself into words.
"Are you here to be the Master of Gangho ( )?"
"Ha? Why do you say that?" If you are a first-line student, you can't do it unless you have a certain level of pride from the student. Even if you walk all the way to Samsun, it's no exaggeration. "
"If you put in that much effort, can you really become a master?"
The veil exhales.
"Of course we believe so. The Irregulars, the shooters, and your men, they're very good. We can be like that if we try."
"I see."
I spoke plainly, but bitterly.
'No, no. You're mistaken.'
One's talents are not that great either. At best, it will be similar to mine.
As far as I know, he barely reaches the top level in five years. Of course, it would make a mark of some degree, but in exchange for changing all the youth in their 20s, it was miserable.
When I was committing crimes, I didn't want to make a fuss because I felt sorry for the room later. He was even more pitiful because he could hardly aim for a career as Minister of Blue Dragon.
He came in with a dream of becoming a master, but eventually he was frustrated and often saw him going for a drink. I was even creeped out by the fact that I wouldn't have been any different without the power of a Thousand Armored Secretary.
I mean, how many people do you think there are in this blue dragon pen? Half the students at Lee Sin or above who practice sweating every day will be no different from the others. I was wondering how many of the Tri-Sun students have only invested as much as I have.
I was at a loss for the rigor of reality and talent.
What is Effort?
What is talent?
Suddenly, I stopped and looked back at my side as if the room was curious.
"What are you doing? Come with me."
"The death penalty. We look forward to seeing you in the future."
Then he shouted in shame.
"Oh, fuck! Just follow me. I'm not sure yet, but Kim Chi-kook..."
I smiled as I grumbled. After living so many times in life, this only seems like a school trip. I thought that I wouldn't be picky in this life and walked with him.
Soon after, I arrived in front of the War of the Worlds.
"Your Royal Highness, Brother Lee has brought an aspiring entrance exam student."
"Come in."
Then a slightly wider space emerges, and the blue dragon minister sits on the chair. There was a library near where he was sitting, and now he seems to be reading.
The impression of the blue dragon was the same as before. He looked at me with clear eyes for a moment and said.
"Bangil, what did you say her name was?"
"Uh... well..."
As the room stared at me, I revealed my name.
"It's called Baek Wung."
I am aware of this flow.
"Yes... you should go out."
"Yep."
Bloop.
When the room closed and left, Lee Gwang-ju Chung watched me silently for a long time.
Then he said.
"Baek Wung, are you from the White Bridge?"
I used to be so embarrassed by this question that I was desperate to risk my life and make excuses. I think I gambled my life away. However, I quietly replied without giving such embarrassment.
"No, but I want to show my unspoken performance to the Grand Chamberlain. I think we can convince them of everything."
"Oh."
"Do you have a good spear in the training ground?"
Seeing me when I was asked to be born, Lee Kwang Lee was giving an interesting look. I've been taught by him for many years, and I know that that's the look I see when I feel curiosity about something.
"Of course I do. Show me what you got."
"Of course."
Pa 'at
I ran the brains out with power. Then a faint shadow appeared several times, and Lee Kwang Lee was quite surprised by it. I held each of the spears at the training ground, one after the other, and performed the rituals of the phantom, phantom, and encephalogram.
Finally, the resonance of the cerebral canal blew and the entire battlefield blew.
Until there, I quietly watched in front of the War of the Dragon, and the sound of the Chinese New Year came as if I could hear it in my ears.
Are you a pupil from another brain stem? Excellent work.]
This time, it was Lee Gwang-hwang, who did not suspect that it was a clear story. He, the transvestite of the encephalocele, was evidence that my undisclosed demonstration and application of the cerebral cortex ("63817;") had entered a familiar state. I nodded and said.
"I'd like to discuss the details inside."
I could see Lee Gwang smiling freely.
He didn't even suspect a word.
"Good day to see a brain aneurysm. Let's just get the potion."
I could see that the third opening was a success.
Take out the Potion -
It was because Lee Kwang Lee did this to a reliable guest when he was at his best.
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