Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
When we returned to the song, we went back to Lee Kwang. It was not long since I traveled quickly using a flashlight, and I could see the pupils of the encephalocele illuminating the fire and taking care of it with their lights down. He was long asleep because I stimulated a strong transfusion while making internal money for Lee Kwang.
I slowly approached, but at that moment Sagong-rin had a biopsy.
Fiying-
The tip of my sword stopped in front of my throat and trembled. I realized that the skill of this blade was unprecedented in its speed and precision. Sagong-rin has also made tremendous progress with two months of training. She stared at me and said,
"Stand back."
"I'm just trying to free up my endowment."
"How can I believe that? Jinzo's death sentence is also in the yard of our betrayal."
I had nothing to say, so I had no choice but to stop. Obviously, it was impossible to approach me as a pupil of the pituitary. It is because if I press the blood with malicious intent, this light is still my life. Then Jinseo stepped forward and said.
"Then take me hostage."
"......!!"
Jinso stood in front of Sagong-rin, walking loudly. The bastard said without defence.
"What do you mean?"
"Literally. I do not say that the Southern Arabs are heavy gold."
"Are you really prepared to lay down your life for my sword, death?"
Her sword moves silently. She seems to possess a new, top-notch sword.
Sagong-rin's sword made a drop of blood on Jinseong's neck. Even if I move just a little, Jinzo's neck was almost torn apart and he was dead. However, Jinso said without shaking.
"Yes."
Then the polar lake that I was looking at next to said bluntly.
"Lynn, get out of my way."
"Ultimate arc execution."
"I am responsible. He's never been more deceptive to say that."
The Sagong-rin's sword is picked up. I turned my back on the awkward silence and approached Lee Kwang, bleeding and letting him go to sleep.
After a while, I opened my eyes and raised my torso. He looked around and seemed to have judged the situation at a time when all the people involved were gathered. He comes out for a moment, staring at the telescopes, and then he looks at the plea with his sad eyes.
"Socheng... why did you..."
Jinzong fell to his knees.
"I'm sorry, Master. But that was the right path for me."
"......"
Yi Kwang shed a murmur. Contrary to what we expected when we woke up, he was more mentally shocked that he was overwhelmed by the Jinzo Corporation. He sat on the bed for a while with his torso raised.
"... I don't want to see anyone right now. Everybody out."
Lee turns his head and lies down.
There was no one in the intestine who could resist his words. Everyone walked out of this room without a word. I thought the pupils of the brain would scold me or the Jinzo Corporation, but unexpectedly, they didn't tell me anything. I was embarrassed to be.
Wheeing
Instead, he said, wrapped his arms around a cold forest breeze.
"Hey, did you say demigod?"
"Yes."
When Mangling answered, the lagoon said without even looking at it.
"Master will be on your side."
When the telemetry glances at him, the pole says nervously.
"This is as far as you go."
"Then it's a good thing it's me."
"Damn it."
He utters a cursing word and is silent.
'He knows.'
We know about the arctic, of course, the pupils of the brain. If you throw up on me or Jinzo here, things won't change. In the end, it depends on Lee Kwang's will, but Lee Kwang can't help but follow the will of the Anti-Heavenly Alliance.
It is because it is a complete disadvantage if you fall apart indefinitely, as long as you make a 10-year pact with the Libyan Church. At this point, when he felt a great threat to telescopes, he could not help but get discouraged and become colder - the Arctic read this fact.
But that didn't mean the neocortex was completely subdued. If Rather, the telescopes don't get in the right direction from now on, you can always hit the back of the demigod's head. Fortunately, the lake understood more than half of it rather than complaining about the complaint.
That day, we lit a proper fire at the temple and ate and fell asleep. I couldn't sleep, but decided to think positively.
"Tsk. It's going to work. '
Lee Gwang summoned them all the next day when the sun rose in the middle.
"Half-blood. Apologies for wanting your life." "
Lee Kwang's voice was restored to power. His gaze was blinded and he could see that he had recovered enough mental energy during the day. Mangweing said as he poured the gold wire.
"I'll take it. We won't be having this conversation again." "
"Thank you."
Lee, who was next to me, said while looking at Jinseo's office.
"Your actions will not go unpunished. This never happened."
"Thank you."
"Thank you."
After clearing up the situation like that, Lee Kwang asked.
"Half-blood. Then tell me. What happened after you overwhelmed me."
"Of course."
Mangweing told us everything we'd been talking about at the Bavarian Church. He also stopped by the scout and received the favor of the paparazzi. Lee Kwang who was listening carefully said.
"That is... the peculiarity of a Soviet socialist is a hoax of the Apostle, not of man, and the Sovereign Church will look for clues and seven days from now, and the antichrist will stand in his way." "
"That's right."
"Why did you make that choice? When the Bishop recovers, the Soviet Church will be ruthlessly in the world, and the cerebral cortex will be trampled without a second thought."
Mangosteen replied, pulsing the golden fig wire.
"On the contrary, do you think that if you hadn't told them, the Swiss wouldn't have found a way to recover from the epilepsy?"
"......"
"Having them explore the cure for the leprosy is, in other words, something we can control. You can hear enough enemy information. Some kind of hysterical treatment can be used for further negotiation with the Liberation Society after finding it and securing it when you need it. It's not a bad choice."
"That's a very positive interpretation. I don't think there's that much trust between us yet."
You sneeze into the water you put next to whether you thought the telemetry was an important persuasion point. Then he said with a serious eye.
"Think about it. The Soviet Union had already infiltrated the phantom palace of Huangdao Nam and allowed the phantom palace to influence not only the Old Testament, but also the Madopal Gate. They already have a foothold that they can take over the world at any time."
It's impossible to get information unilaterally in a situation like this by simply excluding them. Not unless we take control of our alumni and our open minds at the same time. "
"Hmm."
"The Libyan Church is the biggest enemy. We need to get as close as we can to getting as much information as possible. I think action is important from now on."
Lee pondered the words of the telepathy. After about half an angle, you nod reasonably.
"You're right."
"Thank you for your understanding."
"... Half-blood talent, you've got some real skills. I wish Sawyer had you..."
The cold gaze of Lee, who was sighing something similar, turned towards me. I felt alive for some reason, so when I flinched, I gained my life. Then he said,
"Excellent. So the Vailian Bishop will stop the next big day." What do you think will happen? "
"Actually, it can't be stopped, but once it's done, it'll be on post-mortem. We have to hold out until then."
"Hmmm... I see."
"I'm sure."
The one I was listening to asked Despair.
"What do you mean? It's so public..."
I opened my eyes to the words of the Grave of Perdition.
"Somewhere around now, a corpse is being created that has been brutally murdered by the brain aneurysm. And the Chungcheong-man Gupyeol will investigate the cause and discover the existence of the Libyan spy, the brain nephrine, and will publicly identify the nephrine."
"......!!"
"That's why it's too late to stop now. There will be no evidence, no witnesses, no politics, nothing we can do."
What are you talking about?
I was so confused that Yi Kwang, the bluffer, smiled and explained to me.
"Hung Wung, listen carefully. What the Antichrist said is the most common act of extinction in Moorish. Not only this time, but also in Jeongcheon Bliss and Mado Palm Moon, many things were destroyed by designing Muslim achievements."
"Well, sort of. You're saying the Old File is cooperating with us?"
"Obviously, the impotent organizations in the Old File Room, the councils of the Great Sage, and the mado masters sent by Madopal Moon. They're supposed to be Muslim together."
"......"
Lee Kwang and Manhwang seemed to know in detail about the public or designated process. Probably because Lee is from the former Imperial Palace and is an old war veteran who knows all the details of Muslim information well. I thought that's what the telepathy was supposed to be.
He calmly said.
"It's a very obvious technique, but it's so formal and powerful that there's no way to stop it even when it comes to business. Because he is the leader of the Old Testament Sulfate Clan and even has a strong right to speak and influence within the Heavenly Tribe. Even though the Yong-chul is being coerced, there must be some confrontational refutant who is the Hong-hong leader of the Jongnam Clan."
"Yeon Jeonghong..."
I remembered the story of Yeongjeong Hong-mun.
Jeong Nam Jae Gum (⁄ 2) Jeong Jeong Hong-hong!
He once made a stronger impression on me than the combined elders of the Jongnam tribe. Even though the elder threatened to join together, Jinseo-Chun, who didn't even blink an eye, was nervous when Jeongyeong Hong appeared. Yeon Jeonghong must be the ultra peak swordsman of the extreme river, which surpasses the ultimate master.
"Wait. How do they make it look like there's no sign of cerebral neonates? How do you use a brain aneurysm?"
"I think the brain aneurysm and the appendix share a fundamental public order. Isn't that right?"
The telescoping eyes were staring at this light. Then Lee Gwang sighed.
"You're right. It's been over a thousand years since we've been together, including cerebral neonates and amphibians, so the fundamental internal cardiac heart law or recommendation is quite similar. It's increasingly discriminating, and they know how to use basic telescopes."
"......!!"
"Of course, we can also use Wind and Heavy Qi. Like this."
Huo
Wind-like energy rises from the palm of Lee's hand. It was sharp and refined enough to be used in battle. Perhaps Lee knows how to use a secret method to make a phantom keeper by using a Brainyroid Weather. Lee Gwang-woo, who had the energy of the wind, said.
"The same is true of the neonates and the receptacles. Since its inception, the Four Musketeers have to resemble the natural keepers from the very beginning."
I felt like I had learned something precious. I asked Lee Kwang because I was curious.
"So if I train, I can handle the Commander or the Receiver?" "
"Yes, but since the origin of your internal air is the phantom spirit, it cannot be handled beyond the basic level. It's because the amygdala is clear."
"Look... why didn't you tell me about this in the meantime?"
"This will only get in the way of your training."
"......"
Lee Kwang purposely turned around and said it, but it was quite clear that it actually means [teach or learn well because you lack talent]. Perhaps it was the same in the previous life.
Then Lee said as if it was beautiful.
"Of course, it should be easy enough for you to learn. I'll let you know as soon as I want."
"Yes, thank you."
He seemed to have no shame in pursuing my talents. Because so far I have accumulated in the brain stem.
Mangosteen said.
"We have two choices."
"What choice do you have?"
"One is to use the Hundred Goons' armor to flee as one's own accomplice. The other is to stand and fight as a Muslim public in the Middle East."
"What are the latter benefits?"
"After all, the brain aneurysm has been dissected, so the name will be thrown out in the middle school. And the masters of the brain, scattered all over the world, will hear about it."
"You say we hold them off until we accept them."
"If possible."
I listened and walked away from the telepathy.
"Even if it is possible to survive, do you really think the masters will come and join you in a crowded cerebral kidney? You're more likely to die if you come here."
The telepathy in my question just swirled around laughing.
And Lee, who was listening next to me, smiled vigorously.
"Do you think there are a lot of rational people who measure all that back and forth in our brainstem?"
"......"
I wanted to argue with him, but I couldn't argue with him.
Mangosteen said.
"First thing tomorrow, I'll turn my spy to the Gangho Moon Clan and open a war. Even if it is publicly designated, there is a Moorish blatant rate that can't attack just as well as opening a war."
"That would be nice."
A cerebral neonatal war!
It was a declaration of encephalonephrine against the haunted thoracic system.