The Protagonists Are Murdered by Me

Only a day has passed since the Heloni concert.

The white Himalayan Mountains and Jung Joon showed up there as if the snow was gradually coloring the world as a drawing paper. This place was infested with monsters who survived in harsh environments, as well as extreme cold that humans could not endure.

Of course, it is never as common as the existential decay. It's called the Dragon Scale. This is called the Dragon Clothes. It made me forget the extreme cold and even the heat. Even if I did not have to wear it, the master who came to mythology would only have this much cold.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He looks at the entrance of the Himalayas with his grave eyes.

The process did not go well. It was because the people of Earth began to pay attention to the fact that the movements of Muslims were suspicious, even though there were all kinds of Muslim hybrids. Earth's navigation skills are superior to those of the Moorish, and it was quite difficult for even the Moorish to completely hide if they wanted to find someone.

Didn't even have to travel from Korea to the Himalayas?

The only reason he came here without being exposed to the camera was because he was a master in Mythological Landscape.

As he stepped on the snowy mountain, he remembered.

It was quite a story of the past.

A story of a time when Jung Joon first took possession of Dalma's novelty ( ) and followed Dalma's will to preach justice to the Moorish Middle School.

‘It's a rotten world. Those who have lost their righteousness and their agreement are discussing their agreement by defeating the world in battle. Oh, is this really the way of the river? With the blood rushing through the winds, Mincho will be swept away and trampled, who will truly make a compromise in the world? ’

Once, there was a time when justice captivated me.

His shaman, who was handed over from Dalma, thought he could clean up the confused middlemen due to the corruption of the duck, and soon Mogjun stood up with a sword and did justice.

But it was too much.

At first, it was Movement Joon who had forbidden killing according to the will of Dalma, but it was only when he realized that the survivors returned armed with stronger weapons and grudges that began to kill all those who became the seeds of disorder.

Dalma advised.

No killing.

I didn't listen.

The dead do not shed blood, but how can they shed tears even when they are dead?

I didn't listen.

The mind is the Gulay that binds you, and you are your own greatest enemy. Abandon your lives.

I didn't listen.

Jung Joon was constantly killing again and again. If I killed all the evils, I killed those who did evil in the belief that it would soon become good, and I killed those who saw the prospect of becoming evil.

When you killed 10,000 people like that.

There was an emptiness in the corner of Jung Joon's heart.

So, is the world better?

‘If you think of good, you have a vocation, and if you think of evil, you have a bad business. ’

A fool tries to cut off affliction and get half, but he doesn't get half because of his obsession with it. My child, you are obsessed with justice, so you can no longer see justice.

‘Agony is not real. I no longer look at the reality of justice. I am justice. ’

I killed the head of a family with dozens of dishes in it.

I did not become interested in the family of the wicked.

I killed a crying child. It's because I stole with my old father.

You killed the Master of Jaya.

It is because he also turned away from reporting injustice.

I killed the mother in the van.

Because his husband was a murderer, and he kept his mouth shut, knowing his sins.

Some died with honor, and some died with humility.

Death was no longer a new approach to him.

Just kill and kill and kill. I'll kill them all.

When I thought I'd almost wiped out all the evils in the world.

I met her.

‘That's sad. The fact that my dreams were so empty. ’

She was a snowflake, and also a thousand horses.

He was the leader of a religious evil group called the Catholic Church, and soon he was the source of evil that might cover the jungle.

In the face of death, Seolmyeon could not stand up. However, she seemed to be prepared to die with great honor.

‘If I had known I was going to die like this, I would have been better off buried in the snow that day. ’

It was because everything had no reason to live anymore because it collapsed into dust.

Now, kill her and your life's work is done.

All the evils of this world have been eliminated, which means that the good world is waiting.

By the way.

For some reason.

Looking at the pink eyes of snowflake with tears, I couldn't lift my sword.

Jungyeon was stronger and wiser than anyone she had ever met. In addition, her eyes, such as lotus blossoms in the snow, were so beautiful that they shook even the half-night landscape of the moon.

I fell in love at first sight.

These are the words spoken at that time.

Oh, what a pity.

The moon marzi zone hesitated.

The moon marzi zone, who lived to destroy all evil, has fallen in love with the wicked man he met at the last moment. The world will laugh at you and stop at your bullets!

He was once confident that nothing would shake his heart. His heart, reborn as the Dalma, was harder than the Adamantium and cooled because it no longer beats.

However · · · · · · · ·.

Brainy!

Due to the pupils of snow, Dalma's heart melted away.

I don't know why I didn't know.

The hearts of those who died for their loved ones.

I don't know why I didn't know.

The fact that love is so painful and painful.

That's your definition?

‘· · · · · · · I can't. ’

The moment you save her, you will defile the souls of those you have killed, calling for justice.

‘· · · I know. But I can't kill him. ’

In the presence of those who died in your hands for justice, you will never raise your head again!

However, he had already made up his mind.

‘The dead have no blood and no soul, so why should we bow down to them? ’

So he decided to save the Chinese New Year. Of course, it wasn't easy.

Evil only circulates the world and never contaminates it. The Moo-Rim in the Middle School was once again filled with evil, and they wanted the Heavenly Horse and the Dalma to disappear from the world.

‘Let's go back to Earth. ’

For this reason, Dalma chose to return home with gold to the people of Earth, but she refused.

‘You forcefully dug me out of the tomb of a ruined dream, and now you want to insult even my last honor. ’

‘Since you are still alive, you can do anything with your life. Come back to Earth with me. ’

‘My breath is still with me, but my soul has been torn apart for a long time. Can you even describe it as alive?' ’

Jungyeon kept trying to kill herself, but eventually she abolished her internal affairs and took measures to prevent her from killing herself and confined her to the Himalayas.

Every time I saw her eyes filled with grudges, my heart ached. I was willing to hold on to the whole world for her.

But she didn't want anything.

‘There's only one thing I want. Killing yourself in front of me. ’

Four years after returning to Earth, the thousand horses became more and more ruined without breaking free from the waves of despair.

It was not during that time that there was no demand.

Sometimes I asked him to kill me, sometimes I begged him to let me out. But they were also all things that could not be heard. Killing him was never going to happen, and in order to get out, he had to swear an oath to himself.

‘If you'll be my woman, I'll get you out. ’

It was not an easy road.

I didn't even notice that Lunar New Year's attitude, which was only cold, would change.

By the way.

From three months ago, she changed little by little.

‘I want a red cherry today. ’

"Were horseshoes on Earth? I don't remember. I wish I could see it again. ’

‘I want the seven horns. ’

‘I want to have a pretty dress. Men's uniforms that anyone can wear. ’

What changed her? I don't know why, but I was gradually smiling at him. It was the first smile I had ever seen in my life, and it was also more beautiful than anything else in the world.

I was happy.

The fact that she smiles.

So, Jung Joon ran again and again to listen to what she wanted. At the risk of exposing his identity, he worked under the name of the red lobster in the dark. Thanks to him, his abilities were made public at the time, but fortunately, his identity was not revealed.

‘· · · · · · · · · · A proverb, if not for him. ’

A happy day would be waiting. I would have dug with open heart of Chinese New Year and imagined an ordinary but happy future with Shin Hye-ji, the adopted daughter.

However, everything was ruined.

‘It's okay though. If she looks at me. ’

If the world turns away, if the one you love turns away. Maybe that's enough to make him happy.

Thinking about it, I was almost at the Thousand Horse Hut.

· · · · · · Kugu!!

Movement Joon stopped walking because of the noise coming from somewhere.

Right after.

There was a "golden rule" everywhere.

· · · My eyes stopped.

“What · · ·? ”

It snows for 365 days in the Himalayas. Decades ago, it was because of the massive ‘glacial white tide' of SSS ranks that had moved into reality due to the dungeon fairy tale incident. With the Movement Joon's power, I could have killed enough to reverse the mountain range's climate, but I didn't. The existence of snow globes was like a thousand horse prisons.

Cough, cough, cough.

A thunderstorm clouds stream in. Nevertheless, it did not snow.

"Are you telling me that Snow White is dead? ’

Upon questioning such a question, Jung Joon frowned at the internal air pressure felt everywhere.

Dozens or hundreds of Muslims were gathered here!

‘· · · · · · · How? ’

No Muslim can ever go after the Movement Zone. Even modern science can't catch him.

‘What the hell! ’

As soon as I pulled out my sword, hundreds of people showed up from all over.

Each and every one of them knew their faces. You were the one who put the money on them.

The gold is still vibrating. Then Jung recognized the situation and gripped it.

“The Moon Magazine. We have declared you free and clear, so accept your death." ”

The ones who revealed their words in front of them were Gum Hee and Ha Sun-young. She stares at Mo Joon with a stiff expression. Then, the Muslims went off one by one.

“Dharma! Remember how I cut off the arms of seven of my youngest sons and threw them in the garbage and killed them for stealing?" I, the Four Thousand Gates, am here to avenge my death! ”

“My lord, do you remember insulting my family by cutting off the head of my scrub and leaving it in the middle of the midst of the midst? Were their sins so cruel as to be punished? I really want to ask you. ”

“Dalma, you son of a bitch! I've been working on a construction site, sealed and hard, and someone's been playing the hero! The sky sees the earth, and you're not ashamed of it! ”

“The moon marzi zone!”

“Dalma!”

“Dharma!”

“Hear the end of the world! ”

One by one, one by one.

The grudge against Dalma began to pour out.

It was so endless, and Dalma's face was also steady that she had to face hundreds of Muslims.

‘Is this how it ends? ’

In the waves of grudges that everyone hated themselves, Jung Joon felt something.

It was lonely.

I've dedicated my life to doing justice, and all I've come back to is Zilta.

‘You're hopeless.’

What have you kept justice for? What have you been fighting for?

How can they not understand my justice and just not overcome the anger in front of them? If you open your eyes a little bigger and focus on the big places, you'll be able to capture a better, cleaner world in your eyes!

Still.

It's all right.

‘One woman who understands me is enough. ’

Lee Dong-jun, that's it.

He looked at the cabin.

· · · Gain!

The door opened, and Seoljun showed up with bright blonde hair.

CheonMa, Seol Jung-yeon. His only woman.

She treads on her eyes with an elegant, savage gait, and walks out to the hillside. Surprisingly, she was dressed in a neat and orderly uniform that had never been shown to anyone before, and it was more appropriate to the name Snow Middle Ages than the Thousand Marjon.

After walking to the hillside, she slowly raises her head, making eye contact with the mover.

But something's not right.

“· · · Snow Jungyeon? ”

Her eyes were endlessly cold.

He looked at himself with the same look as the other Muslims around him.

Jungyeon looked at herself and thought of something, then faintly smiled and gestured toward the hut.

And then, in there.

The story of a slightly loosened outfit slowly walked out in a Chinese black and white suit. At that, Jung Joon opened his eyes as if he was shocked.

Isn't that vesture worn by the myth his own gift to no one else?

But what was even more shocking was what they did afterwards.

Didn't the legend of you stepping on her eyes and reaching by her side close your arms to her waist with a cautious gesture of hand? Like an old lover.

“What · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·? ”

Biceps.

My heart is racing.

What am I looking at? ’

I couldn't understand.

I couldn't accept the reality.

Biceps, biceps.

Ow! Calm down!

[My composure was overwhelming.]

[The effect of the skill 'Midnight Heart Channel (SSS)' is decreasing!]

[Emotions are shaking!]

[The effect of the skill 'Moonlight Channel (SSS +)' will decrease!]

Stay calm!

Biceps.

Otherwise, the moon microscope!

However, even though the Dalma in his head tried to calm Movement Joon down, his naturally pale pink lips opened.

“I'm sorry, Dalma. ”

“· · What, sorry? ”

Jung-yeon carefully reached out her hands and grabbed her cheeks as if she would show them as an act instead of an answer.

Not once.

I never showed it to myself.

With a happy face.

I kissed him.

“Ha · · · It's really nice. ”

Then he took off his lips and took a hot sigh and slowly turned his head, wrapped his arms around the neck of the historian.

A voice that resembles a lotus flower.

He said that.

“I loved this man, and I promised to spend the rest of my life with him. ”

Tsk.

Something's broken.

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