Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
Jinzo's petition with the mystical dragon and the new statue in front of him was not much of a shock. It meant that he would never be compared to the strength of his enemies. I was interested to see if even the best actors noticed it.
"What a guy. Are all brain kidneys these monster scabs?"
Myeong-ryong mutters, and Jinseo smiles deeply.
"Not really. Let's not be alert to each other in public."
Shaolin said, standing next to me.
"It seems to be the work of the pagans and the brains, so I'll stand back for a while."
Swook
At the same time as saying so, his new brother is expressively headed towards the entrance. Although it seemed that he would not interfere, he actually blocked the retreat at the same time and chose a mutual position. Even though he is a Shaolin saint, Kang Hoi is a strong man.
Myeong-ryong looks at me and says,
"Are you sure you can use a mandible sword and an ax sword?"
It seems that the three people, including the Tornado, were not just discussing it, but also attempted a natural practice with the mystical dragon who was coming from afar. Otherwise, you can't ask the big question. I nodded.
"They saw it with their own eyes."
As Myeong-ryong looks back, the shaman leader, the spokesman, said, embracing him.
"That's right, boarding. The Hundred Hundred Hundred mastered the Feast of Sects."
"Hmmm..."
Myeong-ryong said as he shed his tears.
"Then accept the terms! What are you thinking about?"
Then the storyteller expressed her colors.
"Occupancy. Brainworms are now known to be extremely public and have recently annihilated the sulfates. not only that, but it's potentially rich. Negotiating with these Mado Street itself dishonors the mainstream."
Myeong-ryong listens to the squealer and smiles coldly.
"Phew... good. All right, kid."
"You mean me?"
"Yes."
I was embarrassed. Myeong-ryong looks like a kid in his early teens, much smaller than I'm getting to be in my prime. A kid! However, I couldn't say such things in front of the reflex circle, so I listened to him.
"Is there anything against what the Tornado says?"
"Of course."
I calmly took out the answers I had prepared in advance.
"First of all, it's because of the destruction of some of the factions we say we've done. However, the Blood will never be ours, and even if we did, we don't need to buy any suspicion before the war breaks out."
The thunderstorms shout.
"That's just the situation. In fact, the pituitary fistula you cooked was sprayed on the victims."
"You call us the Cultists and you don't know anything about the Crusades."
"Excuse me?"
"There are four stages in the Christian Church: cerebral neophytes, receptacles, neophytes, and appetizers. Brainnephrines were scattered half a century before they were banished from the Libyan church, but they had been with them for over a thousand years. That's why quarterbacks have similar bedfellows to each other, and the casting of a basic Natural Guard can be replicated."
Hueung
I raise the wind out of my hands as soon as I finish speaking. Although it was not lethal, it was a clear expedition of Wind-Hearing Qi. It was a skill I learned in a short period of time after hearing the explanation from Lee Kwang. After seeing the Phantom Keeper, the pagan Moons cried out, and I said:
"This is the Ghost Keeper. Master Necromancers can be a basic Ghost Keeper, and Master Necromancers can also be a licensed Ghost Keeper."
"Hmm."
"Whom did you listen to and condemn us to a plea? Before the blood loss, the encephalocele would have turned out to be unknown in the estuary, but who cut and stretched it exactly as it did in the aneurysm?"
"......"
When he heard that, he silenced his mouth with a stiff face to see if anything came to mind. I didn't stop there. I kept saying it.
"What we are so publicly designated to do is the work of the monks. We're doing everything we can to defend ourselves against preemptive assault. Destroying the Sulfuric Acid was a haunted Heavy Node."
"Did you expect me to believe you when you made up such a novel?"
"Why can't you believe it?"
"It has been over a decade since the Sulfur Clan was incorporated into the Old File Room, and even the Dragon Blade has been dubbed a distinguished discipline. The doorway elders have already verified that his skilled artillery joins the pulse of the Sulfur Clan master. You can't deny everything just by listening to you!"
Then I said with a bloody smile.
"But you may also have doubts about the sulfuric acid faction's oddly powerful shamanism. He must have witnessed the impossibility of the Sulfuric Acid Society several times. You also know there's an unidentified drone."
This was the point that Manhattan made for me.
"......"
As expected, the tornado was once again in a bewilderment. It's because he touched the uncertainty in his heart. I said decisively.
"Listen to me. It's also a thousand years of history. Their shamanism is a few more than the Sulfur Clan's natural shamanism, so it's not enough to subjugate them with moderate epiphany. If you're a martial artist, you'll know if you can talk to me or not.
We can also justify this through the Sovereign Church. whether or not the sulfates are actually from the phylloxera. "
"Are you sure...?"
"Yes."
It was a little bit of a bluff. In fact, the Soviet Church might notarize it. However, since anti-celestial blindness has become an important part of seeking clues to heal his son's leprosy, this is important if you want to weigh in with the spirituality. He was bluffing, but he wasn't lying.
A Myeong-ryong, who was listening calmly by my side, intervened.
"This means that you have been pre-emptively targeted, and that what you need to be publicly designated is actually sulfuric acid pyretics, and that the destruction of sulfuric acid is also justified?"
"Think about it, Nordo. We broke through the Siege of the Heavenly Tribe, but we avoided genocide and focused on self-defense as much as we could. Do you really think there's a reason why we would do that if we were Muslim citizens?"
"Hmmm... There are many ears in Gangho, so it's not easy to believe what you say. Then I want to ask you one question."
Myeong-ryong casually sat down on the chair and said.
"Then it's also true that your brain stem originally belonged to the Libyan church. That is, a potential enemy of the Jungle Jungle. How can you answer that?"
I answered without hesitation.
"Enemies? You overestimate yourself."
"What...?"
"You are sworn enemies of the Bavarian Church. Enemies are supposed to fight to the death until they destroy each other."
I stared at the innate pagan masters.
"But if the Sovereign Church had been willing, in less than half a year, all the shanties would have been destroyed and the Holy Spirit would have fallen at their feet. The only reason the Jeongcheon Blind has always been at the forefront of the river is because the Soviet Church has no intention of invading the Middle School!"
"......!!"
The steward and the steward beside the horse seemed to be sticky. At the same time, they exploded Noho Castle.
"You bastard! How dare you insult a shaman!"
Pa 'at
The strong tension of Cheongil (25484; ) flew in combined with the sinister energy emanating from the Purifier's pair. It was one of the narratives, presumably the shaman. When the high shaman opened his hands, it seemed to tear me apart as it was a feast of power to process itself.
Ugh! '
I conflicted whether to avoid it at that moment, but then I stopped moving. because I saw the new statue of the great dragon move just before.
Paan!
The mythical dragon wields his hand lightly as he moves the chapter, and the cheongil and the white water hyacinth's cot disappear from the air. The mythical dragon sighs and wails.
"Fools! How dare you lay a hand on the deceased?"
"S... boarding."
"What you are doing is truly blasphemy. Kneel down."
"Yes."
After Myeong-ryong gave the order, the Cheongil and the Purifier fell to their knees. It was funny that a super-secret shaman with gray hair looked like that, but it meant that the distribution and the work of the famous dragons was just that great. Myeong-ryong sighed and said.
"Phew... Qingdong. You and I both know that he's not wrong. Isn't that right?"
Myeong-ryong's question was answered with a depressing impression of a shaman leader.
"Yes, boarding. It's true that we cannot afford the power of the Liberians."
The great dragon turned to me and said,
"But then, do you think the brain nephrine deserves to be an enemy against the Libyan Church?"
"Of course."
I answered decisively.
"We made a bargain with the duchess just before the Great War. And given that we achieve one condition within the next decade, we are guaranteed the independence of the middle brain kidney. I think we're qualified to fight the Liberians as brains."
"What are the terms?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't tell you until I agree to the terms we discussed."
A famous dragon who was thinking for a long time said.
"Let's accept the terms."
"Boarding."
"You should know that the Muslim Empire is now famous. And if there is a Libyan involvement, it should not be attached to a deficiency name. It is because if you are not strong in the future, even an age that cannot survive will come."
Myeong-ryong's body was a child, but dizziness flowed from his words. He said, embracing it, not throwing up anymore, whether he felt it.
"I'll do as the Master says."
Myeong-ryong smiles and says.
"By the way, you have to listen to one of our terms."
"What is it?"
"From now on, I want you to stay in our sect and preach all the feasts. Isn't that what equity looks like?"
I almost said yes, but then I suddenly remembered the prospect. There were only a few thousand of us left, so I had to take care of him with my medical care from now on. The more time you waste in Wudang, the harder it will be.
"We can't do this right now. I'll be sure to pass it on later."
"I can't do that."
Myeong-ryong glances at this side coldly.
"I don't know how urgent your door file is, but there's no time to come this way. Shouldn't you stay here and hand over your weight to us first?"
"How can a shaman not trust a man so much?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It was originally a non-negotiable territory, but you gave it a lot of concessions. You're the ones who want to eat people."
There was nothing wrong with what the Myeong-ryong said. As I was thinking about it, Jinzo stepped out next to me.
"I can speak in honor of the unmanned. My priest will keep his word."
"Yes. You will always try to protect it. But when is that?"
"My priest will come to deliver the shaman to the shamans at least three years later."
"That's convenient to say. But what if it's over three years? What will you do then?"
Then Jinzo insisted.
"At that time, this purebred will come to the shaman and lay down his life."
"......!!"
What are you talking about?
I was surprised and sent a message to the Jinzo Office.
What are you talking about?]
[I hear a thousand of them have two years left. This should be enough, right?]
No, it's why the death penalty is risky.]
They won't believe you if you put your life on the line. This way is better.]
[But...]
[Don't worry. It's for the best.]
The Myeong-ryong folds his arms and thinks as we speak in the tone. He soon snapped his chin into a chair.
"I told you it was a tribute. You must be a genius to come out for 200 years. I've never seen a genius like you before in my life."
"A compliment."
"But you're willing to give your life? Is that true?"
"A man does not speak two words."
"... Okay, I'll believe you."
So we negotiated with the pagans. Our condition was for the Wudang to make the case known to the Jeoncheon Alliance at the same time and to coexist, and the Wudang's condition was for me to come and return the Feast of Wudang within three years. Myeong-ryong wanted me to stay right now, but it seemed to take into account that the brain nephrines were busy.
As we were preparing to return after the negotiation, Shin Shaolin spoke to Jinzou.
"Are you not the son of General Jincheon?"
Stop
Jinso listened to it and stopped. Then Najjik replied.
"Why do you ask that question?"
"Poon Seung had a lot of help from General Jincheon. His wisdom in the sky saved my life. And you look a lot like him when you were younger..."
"......"
Shaolin was almost sure and asked. Jinso Chung stood quietly and reacted.
"Unless you're a sympathizer of our brains, I have nothing to say."
"Of course..."
Shaolin Shrine smiled and joined the club.
"Wood Amitabul."
We came out of the Wudang and returned to the encephalocele using a light bulb. When I arrived at the shrine where the cerebral neonates lived, I was welcomed by prosperity.
"Here you are, executions!"
"What about the others?"
"Personal training."
Shortly after, we went to a meeting with Lee Kwang and a prospect and told them what had happened. Lee Kwang, who heard all the way to the end, smiled satisfactorily and complimented me.
"Well done, Hung Wung. And now you're sighing."
"Thank you."
Lee Gwang smiling means that this negotiation was that important. It is because they have no idea how much they will have to fight against the Jeoncheon blinds in the future without the intervention of pagans. The telescopes were somewhat bloodshot, whether they had been refined or not, and he said after a sip of hot tea.
"Let's go back to the Blue Dragon Cabinet at the right time. When the time comes, people will come from Jeoncheon Federation."
"I intend to."
Lee glances at Mangwang and says.
"This is important now. How do you plan to proceed after negotiating a truce with Jeongcheon?"
"I think, but I think people called the Blue Dragon Gate Zone are probably already roaming around."
"What is the basis for this?"
"They won't be any different than we thought. We've already confirmed the brain stem strength, so we should be waiting for the right moment to join you."
Mangweing said, rattling the golden fig wire.
"Problem is, even after they joined us, we couldn't get a final misunderstanding of the brain stem..."
"I can't help it then. We'll have to wait 10 years for the other cerebral cortisone."
"......"
Mangweing glances back at Lee, saying.
"I wonder, what would you do if instead of allowing the Soviet Church to take revenge on the stylopathy, instead of suggesting that the brain nephrines come in?"
The pleading is expected, so the Jinzo Church and the lake that I was listening to next to flinched. They also seemed to have thought about the situation. Lee said resolutely, as if it wasn't worth talking about.
"Not available!"
"Are you sure you want to beat up the Vailian Catholic Church?"
"You're making me nervous. In the first place, it was impossible to hit a full-grown brain aneurysm with the power of a metamorphosis alone. My master was twice as good as the Dragon Warrior. The Soviet Church decided to purge the cerebral neonatal cortex, which is why it was expelled."
Lee said, clenching his fist.
"The source of all evil is the Sovereign Church! There's no future in the brain stem unless we get rid of him."
"So what do you think is the reason that the brain kidneys are expelled?"
I thought the gratitude was too straightforward. I almost killed Mangwang once before, and you're so bold! I was hesitant to let Lee live again, but surprisingly, Lee answered boldly.
"I don't know that either."
"You don't know?"
"Yes, in fact, my master's cerebral neophyseal and bishop have always been very close friends. Then one day, suddenly, the master was attacked by the monarch and was driven out with serious injuries, and that was the day the cerebral cortex was scattered."
"Hmmm..."
"It doesn't matter why the bishop kicked out the cerebral kidney now. So many masters of the brain have been sacrificed, and they've lost their lives. The Bishop must pay for his crimes."
"I see. We must strike the Vailian Church."
After answering the question coolly, he said:
"But now I need you to do me a favor. Now that we've cleared up the brain stem, we need to help the anti-celestial blindness in order to achieve equity."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Assassination!"
Lee Gwang is silent, and asks implicitly.
"Who to assassinate."
The telemetry flashes sharply. The eyes were slightly puffed up.
"General of Gold, Ministry of Internal Affairs and Alchemy!"
"......!!"
"You must kill these three."
At the words of the mass, Lee Gwang shed a murmur and seemed to rethink a little. However, the concern seemed to think of the most efficient way, rather than the impossible. On the other hand, Lee Kwang's answer came out quite accurately.
"I need at least a year. You give me two years, I have an eight chance of success."
"You have one year to do this."
"Do I have to be so hasty?"
"Yes, because as we get stronger, so do they. It might still be hard to get a grip."
"Well... I'll consider it."
After the conversation with Lee Gwang-ho, I said to him, as if to a shrink.
"What are you thinking?! I'm your brother, aren't I?"
Yes, it is.
Jungwon Jiwo, also known as Jungwoo Jibo, is an alchemist and a juggler and a juggler. He is a member of the Jegal clan and a relative of Manggal Prefecture. You were surprised when you asked him to help you assassinate your brother.
Then telepathy calmly said.
"... I can't help it. I don't want to kill my butler, but it's become inevitable."
"What do you mean?"
"If my aunt Zegalsa were alive, even if I were dead, I would have been able to help you with your tactics and confront him. However, the impotence of the brain cortex alone is insufficient to handle the Imperial camp that the Chamberlain participated in. If the Imperial Court's power is still undergrown, we'll have to eliminate him to stand a chance."
He coughs and says.
"By the way... they've already created a new superhero. The same method doesn't work twice. This time, you must kill them, not control them. There will be no consequences."
"Aren't you being a little cautious? The Golden Governor and the Vigilante are actually far weaker than the White Martial Arts Lion."
In my view, the biggest obstacle in my life was the Liberty Church. Of course, we don't have to fight them, but their overwhelming power seems to be swallowing the Imperial Palace. That's why I thought the Imperial Palace wouldn't have to worry for a while, but surprisingly, the palace is heavily guarded.
He sat down and rested.
"... you know that the High Priestess is working with the Imperial Court."
"Yes. The dragon, who was shown in the sulfuric acid, is probably the work of an alchemist."
"The fear of the Imperial Palace is not the power of each of the Elders. They can turn the tide as much as they want with the foreign laws that borrowed the power of the martyrdom of the two worlds. And prove to me that the tetrarch has joined the Imperial Court."
"What do you mean?"
"I said that in my previous life, the quarterback has a very good head. So, instead of forcing your vagina to stand up for you, you should stand up for yourself. What do you think that means?"
My face became stiff. The scourge sighs.
"The tetrarch noticed that there was a spleen in the imperial palace that could defeat the Vailian Church at a young age. That's why we must defeat the Imperial Court quickly."