Volcanic Sphere

After leaving the Mount of Shaolin, the damsel and the dustbin relentlessly raced. Rest was also taken on horses, and meals were resolved on horses in simple quantities. But no matter how black ears are, they will never be seen again under the sky. But they must be exhausted as long as they are living creatures.

The horse on which the progress was being made was added. It was not unusual to fall at any time as long as my tongue was extended.

In the end, Damho and Jingyeo had no choice but to rest for a while. The place where they decided to relax was a small resort at the foot of the river.

“Phew!”

Only after the horses came down did progress sigh of relief. His whole body was soaked in sweat.

It was hard to spend a whole day on horses, even though they were the masters of nothing but progress. It was less trembling as if the whole body had been caught in the flesh.

On the other hand, the wall was no different from the first black ear. Such a damnation was forced to admire it.

Often I think riding horses is not very hard, because it was really hard.

Jingbo stepped down from the horse and had a snack for a while. Then the fatigue that was piled up in the body flew away.

“Brother, wait a minute. ”

The dustbin immediately entered the meal preparation.

Damho nods and looks at the river where the darkness descends without a word. Numerous little lights, fireflies, visible above the surface. It was fantastic to see so many fireflies flying over the surface. But in the head of the Wall, it was all about the Empress.

He says he's still alive, but he doesn't know how things are going to change over time. Though his mind was in a hurry, Damho's reason was only cold.

Getting nervous didn't change things. Rather, reason could only be judged coldly and countermeasures taken.

Dam Ho drew the shortest road to Anhwaysung with the Emperor's Spirit in his head. After several modifications, the optimal route was calculated.

In the meantime, the dustbin was making food.

Dried meat and grain flour were removed, cut and flavored with pre-prepared spices. A plausible fruit was made in an instant. The dustbin floated a bowl of figs and gave it to Damho.

“Brother, have some. ”

“Thank you.”

“Hehe!”

The Jingbo sat next to the wall with a distinctive smile.

I don't know what dangers await me when I go to Anhuzang, but I wasn't afraid of any progress. because I go with Damho.

Hye-jeong, Damho's brother, was also deeply connected with him. I became very close when I stayed in the Lost Kingdom, so I was like my sister. Saving her was never anyone's business.

Damho quietly moved Suzer.

The figs made by the progress were really delicious. Only a few grain flours and dried meat made me wonder how it tasted like this. But because it was food made by the Progressive Democracy, I thought it was natural.

Because the people who come to the land of the nomad do not blame the material for anything. People who bring out the best effects with simple materials that others can't understand. Damho thought that the progress of the dust was also one of them.

It was time to empty half the fruits given by progress. Suddenly, the dam looks down at the river that is submerged in darkness.

“What's wrong with you? Brother.”

I looked at the wall with a suspicious expression.

At that moment, Damho opened his mouth.

“Come out!”

Then, I felt an unusual atmosphere and looked at the place where the gaze of the Wall was directed. I focused my inner air and lifted my eyes, but all I could see was the darkness. But the dust continued to stare at the darkness without giving up.

It was then.

I stood up whining in the dark.

“What, what is it? ”

The progress was alarmed and vigilant.

“You surprised this old man. I'm sorry.”

He said that the presence that took place in the darkness.

He soon made his appearance through the bushes.

When I saw what he looked like on the campfire, the progress murmured unknowingly.

“You know what, right? ”

“That's right! You're old and sick. Would you like to serve me a bowl of fig for this old man? I'm so hungry. ”

The one who completely revealed himself was an old jerk.

His white head was full of time, and all his clothes were stitched and stained. What was unusual was the death in his hands.

The surface of death is glossy enough to assume how long it has been in use. But what is more unusual is that death is engraved with patterns that have no meaning.

“Hmm! It smells so good. Would you please ship a bowl to this old jerk? ”

When the old beggar opened his mouth, he saw a few left. I felt like I was going to fall in love with them.

I saw the wall beside me without even knowing what progress was.

Damho was staring at an old beggar without a word. Even though the gaze on the dark was appalling, the old beggar was still looking at the fruit boiling on the campfire in a sunny manner.

No matter how long you wait, the old beggar frowns for a moment.

“What a relief, man. You can't give it to me for free? Good! How about this? ”

The old beggar got out of the waist dance was a pretty big scorpion. When I waved the Hornet, I heard a roar.

“More precious than this old man's life. Wouldn't that be enough? ”

“Sit down!"

Then the mouth of the wall opened.

The old beggar sits across the wall smiling.

“Hmm! It smells amazing. Didn't I come all the way here through my dark smell? Give me the fur. ”

He put out a stamp on his waist to the Progressive Progress. Because the vegetarian was like a child, the dust filled the fruit with a smile.

The old beggar chattered with a happy expression.

“Umm! I wasn't wrong. That's amazing.”

He opened the Horny Bottle Cap after leaving. Then fragrant spices spread all over.

"Wow!"

The moment I took over the scent, I couldn't help but admire the dust. Because his unexpected fragrance was amazing.

Of course, I thought there would be cheap liquor in there, but it seemed to contain liquor.

The old beggar drank a sip of water and handed the bottle to Damho. Damho received a bottle of liquor without saying a word and drank a sip.

I was a little surprised when the liquor came into my mouth. It was the best I've ever tasted, both fragrant and tasty. After soaking it with the best ingredients, it would have been years of silence.

Damho also handed over the bottle to the long-eared dustbin.

“Hehe!”

Jinbo drank a sip with an awkward smile. The moment his eyes changed.

“Wow! This is amazing. ”

“Hhh! Isn't that great? I'm soaking it myself. ”

“Directly?”

“Yes! Soaking liquor is the only hobby of this old man. ”

The old beggar suddenly hears a rag. Then I saw dozens of little horsemen hanging from the inside of the wormhole.

The eyes of the advancement were wide open.

“No way. All of it? ”

“Hhh! This old man's blood is like liquor. I brought it specifically for this lesson. ”

“Are you sure you got all the booze in it? ”

“Hey, you! Do you live only in deception?”

“I'm sorry.”

The old beggar smiled as the progress made hastily apologized.

“No. More than that, did you make this? ”

“Yes!”

“You're good at it. This old geezer is the biggest painter I've ever tasted in my life. ”

“Go, thank you. ”

“I'm not jealous of this old man because he's got a good drink and a great mist. Khh!”

The old beggar vomits his admiration with an elongated fig. The look of such a beggar made me smile.

There was no reason to dislike the food he made. The wanderer was wary of the old beggar, but could not erase his blunt smile.

“That's awesome!”

The old beggar instantly threw away a bowl of anger.

“Can I get you another bowl? ”

“Hhh! That's good! ”

The old beggar did not speculate.

Bloop!

He snorted a bowl of hoo-hoo. The Jingbo lost his mind and turned his gaze to Damho in a hurry.

Damho was eating a fig without even paying attention to the old beggar. Slowly.

He was treating old beggars as if they were useless. The old beggar frowns whether he noticed that attitude later.

“Oh, my young friend is as cold as ice. It's a little late, but let's make a statement. I……. ”

“A golden dog." ”

“How did you know that? ”

The old beggar was astonished. It looked like a fish that had come ashore.

I wonder if the old geezer looked like this.

It's old, the look on the face of the golden goblin has become worse.

“How did you know that? ”

“Collision.”

“Did he say that already? ”

“I drank a few drinks and said, ”

“You're such a jerk. I can't believe I sold out the biggest secret in the house for a few drinks. ”

The golden beast grumbled.

I said that, but I didn't care at all.

His eyes changed.

“Yes! I will formally introduce you. I am the golden man who is the open mind. ”

“ ……. ”

Damho had no words. Then the golden dog looked awkward.

Usually in this situation, the junior had to introduce himself, but he didn't seem to be willing to say his name.

“Hmmm!”

The golden beast coughed for nothing. Still, I don't think Damho has anything to say. I opened my mouth first.

“I think it would be polite for you to tell me your name. ”

“When did the beggar find the courtesy? ”

“That's it, but..... ”

“You already know. ”

“ ……. ”

“Isn't that right? ”

In Damho's words, the golden goblin looked awkward for a moment to see if the horse's jaw was blocked. But that too, within a moment, he smiled nicely.

“Hahaha! I can't believe this. I'm sorry! I apologize. ”

“ ……. ”

“Don't get me wrong. Not because I had any other ideas, but because I was really curious. It's been a long time since I've been in Kangho, and your name has been ringing the most. So I missed you. I see a junior at the top of the current Ganho. ”

Until just now, the good looks of the man disappeared indefinitely, and the Absolute's prayer rose heavily and overwhelmed the son-in-law.

Jingbo watched the change of the golden dove while killing his breath.

Is this the open mind? ’

Now it's shrunk a lot, but it was once an opening that heard the sound of the Old File Room. The Old Moon, of course, was the Old Moon, and one side was the opening. It was powerful enough to be compared to the Old Moon faction.

In the aftermath of the First World War, the force was greatly reduced, making it as difficult to find misuse as it used to be, but there were still no doorfathers or people who could ignore the opening in the Ganho.

The golden dove was the birthplace of such openness.

Knowing the enormous weight of the word 'imagination’, the dusty man was forced to look at the golden dog with his breath killed.

The golden beast was staring at the wall with great majesty. If he was a normal man, he couldn't even stand to look at his majesty. But I couldn't help but feel this intimidated.

Damho looks at the golden dog. The golden goblin frowns slightly on the black, deep-eyed eye with no emotion at all.

He was unfamiliar with these eyes.

Most people looked at him with respect and hope when he revealed his identity, but they didn't look like cows or chickens. No one in Kangho.

But the golden dog laughed.

“Haha! I'm ashamed to look at you like that. Just like that, so don't worry about it. I already know each other, but what do you need a full name for? Let's just drink. ”

I looked at the golden doggie and was amazed.

Those who have dealt with the wall until now are blushing with humiliation or shriveled and unable to raise their heads. This was the first time a golden bird had reacted. So I felt even more curious.

‘As you can see, you are not just anyone in the open mind. ’

The Bible realized that the world was vast.

The world was vast and the Caesar was as numerous as sand. The Golden Horseman was also one of them. The only difference is that they belong to a very special class.

The golden beast stopped laughing.

“I have something to tell you. ”

He woke up in his place.