Volcanic Sphere

I opened my eyes when I closed my penis. Then I saw a wide back plate like a wilderness. And I felt a familiar body odor. Someone was carrying her.

The surrounding landscape was swiftly pushed back. It was normal to feel tremendous pressure and wind, but strangely comfortable.

There was a smile on the mouth of the penis.

“Rate…… thousand. ”

“I'm late. I'm sorry. ”

I heard a voice that was very thick and deep. It was such a voice that I had to trust once I heard it.

The penis gently shakes its head with the inner back.

“No. How did you get here more than that? ”

“Because my woman is in danger, of course she should come. ”

“The sky.”

“We seem to have had some time, so let's take a break. ”

The man slowly slows down and at some point completely stops.

A man who puts his penis down on a rock by the river. It now looks from the late twenties to the early thirties.

He had a naive face that didn't fit into the seven-shoulders. However, his two intensely shining eyes and firm lips were showing that he was the owner of a very strong mental power.

The man's waist was covered with a large cloth.

The gaze of the penis turned towards the man's hand. The hand that was holding her butt until just now was all bloody.

“Yu Cheon. That hand..... ”

“It's got to be a hell of a reaction. I still need a little more time to get complete control. ”

The man smiled as if he was okay. But the penis couldn't.

The man's name is Sword Cloth.

She was her lover and spiritual holder.

Without him, he could not have come here, and would have always lived as a puppet of the Orthodox Church.

He could have a penis now because he was there.

Sword cloth stroked the head of the penis and said:

“His eyes again. If anyone sees it, I think it's hurt. ”

“Are you okay?”

“It's okay if it's not okay. ”

“Where are you saying that? ”

“Stay here. ”

I stopped laughing at the cheeky face of the sword cloth.

When I think about it, the sword cloth always did.

I laughed in any situation and was not desperate in any difficult situation. It would have been hard just to be sober in one body, but it was always a hope for someone else.

So they called it the Sword Cloth.

Inevitably.

A man who never behaves.

So many believed in him and walked into his limbs. And no one regretted it.

The eyes of the penis looking at the Sword Cloth were full of beauty and respect. It was never easy to get that look from a woman like a penis.

“You said you went to look for Thousand Minutes? ”

“That's right!”

“Did you find it?”

“Yes! There must be a clue in here to find the Sacrament. ”

“Well done.”

Sword cloth smiled.

Just looking at it was such a smile that it gave trust to a person.

It was a smile that only a man could see beyond so many adversities and obliquities and hold his place firmly.

It was then.

The eyes of the Sword Cloth became fierce.

“Looks like you got a tail on you. ”

“Tails?”

The scrotum rushed back. Then I saw someone running from afar.

In the eyes of the penis, I recalled the biceps.

“Do you know him? ”

“One thousand……. It's a Gumoo Dragon raised by Thorim. ”

“I see.”

Sword cloth nods.

In the meantime, Socheon approached the foothills. It was a hard-working technique.

Socheon was the director of a unique human resources corporation called Sorim.

“Amitabul! A triumph is nothing but a sour spring. ”

“I know. ”

“What is the Lord's name? ”

“Sword cloth.”

He said his real name without hiding it. Then I remembered Tycheon's face.

Sword cloth asked.

“What's going on? ”

“She took the book from Thorim. ”

“Is that why you came looking for the book? ”

He shook his head gently.

“No, I've read a thousand bibliographies. There was nothing particularly important. ”

“But why? ”

“Because of the Emperor. ”

“Me?”

Sword cloth pointed at him with his finger.

“Yes, the vigour of Caesar made my blood boil. ”

“Ha!”

“I'd like to fight the Lord. ”

“You're doing a pretty good job. And then you're gonna get a big nose injury. ”

“Before I was in the middle, I was also an unattended man. ”

Socheon pulls up his power. Then his gray suit swelled up greatly.

A well-deserved presence in the small-scale processing of scattered cloth. It was as if a squadron was trapped in the shadow of a few thousand.

Sword cloth smiled.

“Is it a no-pension ability? ”

“You're not uncomfortable with caution. That's right. It's non-relativistic. ”

Unleavened abilities were one of the legends of Shaolin.

There was a legend that the power of one man can only be summoned through infinite manoeuvres.

But so far, no one has learned anything more than to sell their no-fault abilities. So it was also called unfinished anarchy.

Socheon's Landmark Arm Castle.

Like all investigations, he faced limitations. But the difference is that the age of a few thousand is incomparably young compared to previous surveys.

At the age of a few thousand, no one had even learned how to sell incense. After only a few years, it was clear that the wall would be broken, and that it would be great in the near future.

“It's worth it if it's a no-person ability. ”

Sword cloth smiles and snaps his head left and right. Then the sound of a bone bump was heard.

Huung!

The invincibility of Socheon was increasing. Like a snowflake, an energy burst through the sword cloth's shoulders. However, the Sword Cloth did not faint, but walked toward Socheon.

The waist was rattling.

The penis glances at him.

Although the prayer felt by Socheon was not unusual, she was not worried at all.

Socheon is definitely strong. Maybe the best of the Gumureons.

But the strength of such a world does not work for the sword cloth.

Sword Cheon is a person who walks the boundaries of the outside world ( ).

It was unbearable.

As long as the two hundred and twenty-two souls who gladly laughed and died for him were watching, they could never collapse.

“Half the night! ”

Socheon opened the half-yard, a feast of Shaolin's vision.

Half the night commander, supported by the incompetent power, possessed the power of the Emperor.

I heard the sword cloth rattling out.

“Break the wall if you don't want to be swept away by the turbulence of the age, thank you. ”

Kuwu!

The way of the Sword Cloth cut through the half-night field and went towards Socheon.

The penis turns its head.

I could see the results without having to check them with my own eyes.

Unmanned Sword Cloth of Fortitude.

A boy who chose his own death to save the sword cloth called:

Mado Yulcheon.

The sword cloth itself is called Mado.

‘Socheon can never be his opponent. There is only one person in the world who can be his opponent. ’

Penis reminded me of a man.

I'm a man with a foot, yet an unmanned man who makes the world tremble in horror with one volume.

"Vodka."

* * *

Damho raises his head and looks up at the sky.

The sun was going down. The western sky was all red, and the earth spider was slowly approaching where he was.

It was time for homelessness.

Damho pulled the branches together and set the campfire on fire.

It would have been advancement if it had been the same as before. But now that there was no progress, he had to do it himself.

Today's meal was dried jerky.

The jerky felt tough when I ate it without any objection before. But Damho quietly chewed his jerky without complaining.

Hehe!

Next to him, a black ear grazed the grass and tucked. The black ears seemed to be empty because there was no progress either.

Damhodo felt the absence of progress. But he didn't think it was too bad.

I also had to stand alone one day. It was only a little earlier. If it is the Emperor's Gate and the Emperor's Gate, he will certainly take good care of the progress.

The only regret is that it did not create a vacuum worthy of the advancement of the dust. But I couldn't create a new anarchy in one day.

It was a matter of time. If you keep trying without forgetting, one day you will be able to create a statelessness for progress.

Damho looked at the campfire, clearing his mind like that.

In the dark, only one stalk of light lit the world faintly. It gave a strange impression to Damho.

‘No matter how dark it is, you can't swallow a little light completely. ’

Time went by without fail.

I watched the campfire without moving for a long time.

At dawn, the campfire went out, and only white smoke blossomed. But the wall didn't move.

What he moved was when the sun appeared at sunrise.

I put a little jerky in my mouth and put it on my black ear.

“Let's go.”

The black ears run hard as if they were waiting.

Damho entrusted himself to the black ears. When I ran half the day, a big river appeared. Damho runs black ears along the river.

After a while, a boat dock appeared. The wharf had a big boat docking.

It wasn't as big as the Unmado River, but it was still so large that it didn't seem to be a problem burning black ears.

Quite a lot of people were waiting to get on the boat at the docks. The most prominent of them was the large wagon.

The large wagon, which attracted four horses, was hermetically sealed without even the usual windows.

Around the wagon, more than a dozen unarmed men stood guard. Those waiting to get on the boat were frightened by the savage atmosphere of the unarmed.

The damho descends from the black ears and walks to the dock. Then the unarmed who were guarding the wagon looked at him with the eyes of the guard.

Damho did not hesitate to buy the ballot. He was far away as if he had no interest, but the frontier gaze of those who looked at him did not disappear.

At that time the sailor shouted loudly.

“All aboard. Departure after sunrise. ”

People got on the boat after giving their votes to the sailors.

As some people got on, the unarmed dragged the wagon onto the boat.

“Be careful not to damage your luggage. ”

The unmanned man, who looks like the leader, screams. In response, the unmanned men carefully loaded the wagon onto the ship.

The last person on the boat was Damho. The ship departs as soon as it reaches the deck holding the Black Ear's reins.

Damho sits on one side of the deck with a black ear.

It wasn't going back to the river on a boat like the Unmado River. The crossing to the other side of the river was intended.

Just hold on for half a second and we'll get to the other side. Then I also say goodbye to the unarmed who emit a ferocious atmosphere. Because of that, people quickly regained their leisure time.

I didn't even care about the wagon.

His head was full of ideas about how to get to the volcano at the fastest possible time.

Master.

When Damho was thinking of the real man, his stomach suddenly fluttered loudly. It was like meeting a high tide.

That's it!

As the deck tilts, the wagon that has been standing well has been pushed. The unarmed desperately grabbed the four corners of the wagon and held on. However, it weighed a lot and the wagon was pushed all the way to Damho.

At least the unarmed are desperately holding on. The wagon is no longer moving.

Damho raised his head. Then I saw a crack on one side of the wagon. And I saw someone's big eyes through the cracks.

His eyes, full of despair and sorrow, were soon invisible to the unrighteous.