The gumma's words seemed to surprise me a little.
Whiooo
Soon, the enormous weight that was flowing through the calculation slowly began to clear up behind the faint fog. Until now, there has been something beyond the mist, but the reality has now become clear.
Toxicity that came closer to us grew and said.
"The sword. How do you know about the brain stem?"
The Qi was unusual, but along with it, the feeling of embarrassment flowed in. I could feel it clearly enough that the haunted black horse couldn't have noticed it. She smiled and laughed.
"I know enough about the Hungarian quarterback. Especially since your magistrates recognized the elite of the midterm and went rogue."
"Howler? What do you mean?"
"Three lawyers, including the Receiving Currency Advocate, had a duel with the elite members of the Congress. You've never lost a battle, and the fear of the Liberians is engraved in cancer. You wouldn't know this if you were a human brain."
The singularity seemed even more perplexing. I replied with a slightly nervous voice.
"Ph... reception. I guess..."
"Please answer the question. Are you the master of cerebral cortex?"
The solitude seemed inevitable.
"Yes, I am a venomous brain."
"So it is. The sword you just cast is a brain aneurysm?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"......"
Poison was silent. Then he took a step forward and said.
"You'll have something to say before you dig up someone else's showroom, Your Grace. Why have you come to this dragon song?"
He seems to have regained his cool. I can feel the slight glare of the eye mixed in with the weight. The waves of solitude seemed to be more pressing because it was too intense. She replied as I swallowed her saliva.
"Of course, I'm here to meet you out of curiosity about the master of the dragon song, which the great masters of Four Thousand admire."
"I'm just training here. I'm not involved in the Moorish business."
"That's not really my thing. I'm just happy to know that I'm more of a master than you think."
Then the singularity said.
"Then get out of here. I don't want to be interrupted by your training."
"......"
She thought about something for a moment, then said.
"Solitude. Do you know anyone named Lee?"
"......!!"
Pa-ang!
It was that moment. Until then, the stranglehold that was flowing around the place exploded as if it were an explosion. The machinable will of singularity is tangible and has an impact on nature. The dragon song, which was full of glitter in an instant, became a place where clear skies and sunlight shone.
And the reality of solitude was revealed.
He appeared to be a middle-aged man, and appeared to be of little age to Lee Kwang. Unlike Lee, who had a literary quality, singularity was the appearance of a wildling who had lived a lifetime of roughness, but was essentially a distinct person. And he was wearing a clean white training suit for doing it in the mountains.
The singularity kicked in.
[How do you know this?!]
Curr
It wasn't just the lioness. At the moment of the sudden vomiting, an EEG erupted and seemed to envelop the entire dragon kingdom, and there was a sound of landslides everywhere. The strength of solidarity was very profound and it seemed like the Apocalypse itself could be a monumental feast. His magnificence, which changed even nature, was great.
The gumma said, naturally taking on the power of solitude.
"Don't shout. There's no point in yelling at me like this."
"Ugh... answer me. How do you know this?"
"I know because I deserve to know. Lee Kwang is not so famous for Kangho Moo Forest, but he is a person who argues with the mathematics even at the very peak. How could I not recognize such a pious figure?"
"Him! I'm not talking about that."
The singularity took hold of it and said.
"If you brought up the story, it means you confirmed that his anorexic is also a brain aneurysm. Isn't that right?"
"Of course. I knew Lee Gwang was also a brain nephrine."
The sword replied faintly, smiling.
"I know more than you think. I have enough information to make you drool."
"......"
The singularity seemed to shake his head. And he said,
"What do you want?"
"I changed my mind that I was just trying to measure and hide the power of the Dragon Grain. If you're the brain stem, you'll have a chance to have a deep conversation with my apprentice."
"What? A student? You mean him?"
"Yes."
Solitude and the gumma's gaze were on me at the same time. I was overwhelmed, but I managed to hold them off. Then the singularity opened its eyes and said.
"Did... did he also learn cerebral aneurysm?"
"Why do you think that is?"
"Now I see you're craving a giant Ghost Keeper. You've achieved the spirit."
A muttering singularity said.
"It can't be the Herald..."
She told him.
"The young man's name here is Hung Wung, and he was succeeded by a brain aneurysm. And now I'm in the process of becoming my apprentice."
"Damn it..."
The solitude stared at me and made an unfair face. But he didn't seem to say much. It was a sin for the transferee of the encephalocele to enter the other side of the door, but now the encephalocele is not in a position to dispense with that. It was also one of the reasons that the sword's power was high enough to convince him.
She said.
"My disciple became my disciple while longing for a high craftsman. But I can't teach his primal, cerebral neonatal aneurysm above a certain level. I want you to give my pupil a cerebral aneurysm on this opportunity."
"Hmph!"
The singularity laughed.
"I admit he deserves to be licensed to the brain stem. You seem to know how to handle your will. But why should I teach him?"
When the singularity rebuffed, she sent a voice to look at me.
[From now on, you tell me.]
Yes?
[It is best to teach your own values to solitude.]
I thought she was right. I can finally convince her to speak for me a little more, but that won't look good on her. It would be much better if I stood up for myself now.
I stepped forward and embraced it.
"I am Baek Wung, the transvestite of the brain. It's currently in a non-verbal mode of protection. It is an honor to meet you, the brain stem."
"......"
"If you don't mind, may I show you the anorexia I know of?"
"Go ahead."
I nodded and quickly started casting the weightlessness. Up until now, my shaman has been training in immortal hybrid swordsmanship under the guidance of the black horse, focusing on mastering the depths based on the divine sword and the mandibular sword. However, it is possible to demonstrate the fundamentals of having a prototype of the brain kidney as much as you want.
Pavabat
I quickly performed a cerebral procrastination and a full moon sword, and soon after that, I picked up a large branch nearby and cast a phantom cerebral cortex and a lightning lance. We also used brain encephalocele, including encephalocele, encephalocele (+63817; × 63817; × 30913; × 39740; ^), oral cavity cavity (+324189;? Qi), and a turbo of Pluto's water. The latter one was an anarchist who learned from Wall Power Samzon, a method of protecting the brain.
The singularity seemed to be a dazzling sight as he spread his skirt across a narrow mountain peak. After a long time, he regained consciousness and said,
"Well, what is it? Who the hell taught you that? How do you know so much about shamanism... and the holidays of the Dearly Married?"
"Did you recognize a bicycle and a mouthpiece?"
"Answer the question. It can only be learned by a very small number of brain kidneys. Is your teacher a one-woman stand?"
"That's not true. I learned them from a guy named Samzon the Great. But as I learned, I couldn't polish more than Turo."
"The Trident... Ah... They..."
Solitude seemed to convince me by stuttering on vague memories when I heard my words. I was embarrassed to see him.
"This guy's got to be the brainstem master. What's his line? I have no idea. '
And how does singularity know this?
Why react strongly to Lee Kwang?
The Black Horse got in my way when I was thinking about it.
"As you can see, my pupil possesses a flawless handful of abilities as the heir to the brain stem. If you help this child, it will definitely help revive the brain kidneys."
When I heard that, I was puzzled by the singularity.
"Rejuvenate?"
"Your cerebral cortex is abundant to the Soviet Church, isn't it? I thought you were here to resuscitate the brain stem."
"Oh... that's..."
The singularity seemed awkward. It was in contrast to the enthusiasm of cerebral neonatal great-grandfathers that we have met so far. He pondered his solitude.
"... By the way, blackhorse, you're fast. Are you so generous when you know he's a pupil of the human brain? You know, brains aren't good enough to be constantly constipated under someone's thumb."
"Haha. Maybe. But I don't think it matters if I pass it on to the White Laws."
"What the..."
"Anyway, I want you to answer my offer. Are you not interested in the White Guard Act?"
"That's not true."
The singularity hesitated.
"I just need time to think. I'm having a hard time judging because it's sudden."
"If so... how long do you need?"
"Come back tomorrow. I'll tell you my answer then."
"Sure."
Pa 'at
I withdrew from the Dragon King with the Black Horse. I looked back as I was leaving, wondering if solitude would surprise us, but it didn't move a step. He seemed to be worried because it was a sudden situation.
The gumma who was running next to me said.
"He's a little unusual. This feels a lot different than the cerebral neonatal masters you remember."
"Yes, it is."
"That's how much you need to stay sharp. I can never gain the trust of that lonesome, so you have to dig up his story somehow. Otherwise, you'd be blowing up a whole bunch of gigs."
It was just as she said.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Solitude was currently in a defensive posture. He also felt a sudden temperament because of his cerebral nephrine, but unlike other pupils. It could also be seen as a difference in attitude towards the epinephrine wave. The gaze that seemed to take a step back even felt like a pure relief.
She said.
"You're wasting your time like this. Let's go to the anthem with a flashlight."
"Ugh... You're leaving, too?"
"Gotta go."
Pa!
Me and the gumma used a flashlight the next moment to move to the home of Zegalsa, the Ghost Herbal Wine. It was inside a quiet building that had been visited with a scout before. I was cautious because I thought there might be a trap or truth in it, but nothing like that seems to exist.
She grabs the servant who was passing by and says,
"Hey, where's the Ghost Herbal Wine Jegalsa?"
"Hi-ya."
The servant is surprised to see us suddenly appearing indoors. He calmed down and replied, confirming that she did not intend to harm herself.
"Zegalsa passed away a few years ago... she's no longer here."
"Dead?"
"His grave is over there. Just go to Il Li and you'll be out."
His finger points to the other side of the bamboo grove.
As expected, Zegalsa seems to be dead.
"Is that so? But it's strange."
She glances at the building and says,
"Not only this building, the landscape is tidy, and people like you run it. If the head of Bondi Zegalsa dies, isn't it normal for the choir to be misunderstood?"
"Oh... you didn't know."
"What do you mean?"
"The current anthem belongs to someone else. I, too, have been ordered by the new Lord to clean and maintain this building and the quarry at all times. So it's as clean as ever."
I felt a strange sense of pride in his words. She stands up, thinking about her chin, and says,
"What is the name of the new Cornelian Herbal Wine?"
The servant continues, and I feel like I've been hit in the head.
"It's called the wallpaper."
"What?"
Even the black horse was surprised. The servant is confused.
"Why are you surprised? My master doesn't have much fame for the Red Forest..."
"......"
She and I exchanged our gazes.
He agreed deeply that this was a big deal.
The King of the Wall!
She was the fourteenth king of gamblers, and she was the new ice cold, beautiful woman and the top dog.
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