Volcanic Sphere

I thought everyone had a dream.

I thought I heard a hallucination.

The dream I dreamed of in the middle of the night disappeared from my memory the next day. Especially those who were far from Mt. Jongnam, the clearer the memory.

But some did not forget the memory of that day. No, I couldn't forget. They were the ones who watched the cracks open the closest.

The supernova, the sword cloth, the progression, the closet, the penis, and the current Jinn never forgot the memory of that day. Perhaps it was because the current Jinn's ship protected the group from the energy flowing out of the crack.

Shortly after the dam entered, the crack closed.

It was as if when it happened, the sky returned to its original state, and the cracks were not even traceable.

People were distracted and looked at the space where the cracks had been created. People waited to see if the wall would come out again. However, no matter how much time passed, the wall did not reappear.

In the meantime, spinal cord blood has died, and most of the sorcerers who were mobilized to open the rift have lost their lives. Even the survivors were not in good condition, so the ceremony was rigorous. After a few more days, they stopped breathing.

The first person to acknowledge that Damho was not coming back was the sword cloth and penis.

They were responsible for studying messed up horseshoes. I stayed in Jongnam Mountain in case Damho came back, but now I have to go back.

The sword cloth and penis said goodbye to the current Jinn and went back to the pagan church.

After that, this was a supernova.

He had a responsibility to receive the spear blindness, just as the sword cloth and the penis had to undergo the sorceress. After a few more days, he had to take a step that didn't fall.

Those who remained until the end were the current Jinn, the end of the line, and the progress of the dust. They remained in Jongnam Mountain for three months and waited only for Damho to return. However, Damho did not know when to come back, and it became a situation where the surviving disciples of the Great Revolution had to leave their seats as they returned.

The mainland collapsed and numerous disciples died in the Great Revolution with the pagans. I could not take my place in front of those who had to rebuild the Moon.

In the end, I had to come down Mount Jongnam in the year of Jinjin, Jin Jin, and Jin Jin Jin.

The world changed rapidly during the time they stayed in Mount Jongnam.

The biggest change is that the pagan religion has been transformed into a new arrangement. As soon as Sword Cheon became a formal teacher, he took out the color of religion and wrote the name New Arrangement. Although the pagans of the mainland vigorously opposed the Thirteen, he carried on his back the reforms without hesitation.

The sword cloth took complete control of the new arrangement and found the diary. to take back the astronomical property she was managing. But nowhere to be found was the figure of the diary, and many of its wealth disappeared without a trace.

A great deal of money was needed to continue to settle in the ranks of lieutenants. The fight to cover the losers of the lieutenants was not only due to force, but also due to the need for financial support. However, there could not have been a merchant who sponsored the new arrangement at the same time.

In the end, Sword Cheon was forced to move his home to the southern end of Zhongwon. It was also due to the promise of the supernova, but the main reason was the lack of strength to survive in the middle of the mid-way.

Above all, too many unarmed and mutinies were killed by the devil while conducting a unified war. The power of the devil was killing breath when it pierced the sky, but the sharp serpent was broken by the spear blinds, and the rebels appeared everywhere.

They raided the newcomers who were doing outside activities. As the damage grew exponentially, new arrangements were also forced to shrink. It was as if the entire paramedic had become the enemy of the new arrangement.

There was no reason to insist on a lieutenant in this situation. Sword Yulcheon led Shin Soo to the southernmost man in Jungwon. There was no problem because there was a bunta that was kept secret during the pagan period.

If there was a problem, it was one of the Old Moon Waves. The Dot Chang Wave was a long time ago held by a fortune teller. But they were geographically ferocious after the war with the pagans. Because of this, I couldn't help but notice that the new arrangements were almost settling in their front yard.

The Cloudsmith asked for help from the Changcheon Blind and the Great Gate of Heaven, but the distance was too far to get the right help.

The new arrangement did not do any direct harm to the gradual wave, but the position of the gradual wave in men became increasingly narrow. In the end, the Cloudsmith was forced to move the place even to connect the rest of the veins.

It was unimaginable that the Munfa, who had been ruled by a defeatist in a region for hundreds of years, had moved to a new place. But the long-standing war devastated the entire Middle East, enabling many things that have never been possible.

Many of the Old Moon and the Old Moon, which only seemed to last forever, collapsed or severed the line of the Old Moon. Many were concerned about their gaps, but emerging doorposts stood up and filled the gaps, as Kang Ho did not tolerate vacancies.

Most of the emerging moonshines revealed sharp preoccupations in the war against the pagans. They quickly expanded their territory, and consolidated.

It would not have been possible without difficulty.

The Feud of Spear Blind and the Feud of Democracy changed the emphasis.

In Kangho there was a new order, and there was a spearhead right in the center.

The blind man, Seo-yeong-un, had achieved the purpose of pushing out the new arrangement, so he wanted to dismantle the blindness, but faced the opposition of many.

Kang Ho was still dizzy, and many hoped that the spearhead would maintain order. Because of this, the spearhead was not dismantled and continued to be maintained.

The place where the Changcheon blinds were situated was the scene of the Homan's illness.

The blindness of Mourim and the blindness of the devil have been rooted again in the evil that has passed through the foundation of the pagan religion.

Changcheon blindness became the center of such a new lecture.

* * *

The years were like running water, and the hearts were worthless.

Kang Ho initiated a new order, and took his place. The old was forgotten in time, and people only focused on the new.

Kang Ho has changed dramatically and has changed a lot from the old days. It was so radical that people couldn't keep up with the changes. But there was also a place out of the sudden flow of such a world.

That was the place where the naked eye was hundreds of leagues away from Habby, the saint of Anhuzang.

On the outskirts of the naked eye, there was a small glass of water where a large river flowed. There was no such thing as a banquet cup. It used to be called the Pacific Cup, but after the acquisition of the new owner, it was called the Bangkok Cup.

There were only eight tables and only five rooms for guests to sleep in.

There was a picturesque landscape of flowing rivers and plums right in front of it, but not many people looked for it because it was too remote.

There were three or four plain dogs in the front yard of the parlour. There was a beautiful beautician sitting on the widest plain of them.

Now, in the early thirties, the beautifully shaped beauty had a beautiful eye full of comets. Her eyes were fixed on the banks of the river in front of her.

With the plum blurred, two people jumped on the banks of the Pine River. There was a deep, grinning smile on the beauties' eyes that looked at the turbulence.

Then I heard a voice breaking her cleanliness.

“Is the second one as big as me already? ”

“Ah!”

The beak looks back with elasticity.

A man in his mid-40s was looking down at her in a horse. The moment I check his face, the beak frowns slightly.

She deliberately said freshly.

“What are you doing in this part of the village? ”

“Do you still want to get blinded when you get blinded? Just call me brother as usual. ”

The man laughed as he got off the horse. Then the widow smiled with a fresh expression.

“Brother.”

“You must be doing well. ”

“How did you get here without contacting me? ”

“How did you get here? I'm here to see progress with you. ”

“Huh! You didn't come because you missed his food? ”

“Haha! That's right, too. Progress doesn't work, so you have no choice but to come to the country. ”

A man bursts into laughter without falling prey to his mistress. Looking at such a man, the beak shakes its head slightly.

Can you imagine a man smiling brightly like that would have been the heirloom of a spearhead just a short time ago?

A man's name is a supernova.

He was the invitation blinder of the Changcheon Blind and a hero who saved Gandhi from the ravages of paganism. The name of the beauty who had such a conversation with the supernova was Eun-sung.

She was one of the few people who was able to have a conversation with Chang Dragon Nebula Nebula that was difficult for everyone.

She was the mistress of Ngabo that possessed the greatest talent in the world. Without the help of Ngabo, it was strongly discouraged that over twenty years ago, the Changcheon blinds would not have been able to propagate against the pagans. Because of this, many people in Kangho regarded Ngabo as a benefactor and treated him preciously.

Thanks to the explosive growth of Ngabo, he was able to build up the richest wealth in the world. However, Eun Socheong, the true owner of Ngabo, then hid in the rain.

Many wondered about the whereabouts of the silver petition, but few knew where she lived. No one else knew that she was hiding in such a denying cup.

After looking at the silver petition for a while, Choi Yeon suddenly shouted loudly to the guest.

“Hey! What are you doing here, brother? ”

His voice echoes in the crowd. Then a middle-aged man came out for a while, wiping his wet hands on the apron.

“Oh, my God! If you come, I'll just sit here and order some food. Do you have anything to say about the neighborhood? ”

“Hhh! If your brother comes, he'll come out on his own. Why are you squirming like this? ”

“Oh, really! ”

The middle-aged man, the progress of the dust, stared at the supernova. But when I saw the smiling face of the supernova, I laughed without even knowing myself.

“Welcome. ”

“What about the others? ”

“My brother came first. ”

He replied with a calm expression.

The eyes of the supernova who saw him crossed. The dustbin, which looked just as young, is now a stupid head of household. Atty's vanished face had a middle-aged fullness.

“Ah! It's the Hundred. ”

“Really?”

At that time, the turbulence of running by the river found a supernova and ran.

“Oops! The bad guys found food. ”

The supernova looks frightened.

The two turbulents who rushed into the crowd in an instant, fell into the arms of the supernova.

“Haha! Hundred! ”

“Herr Secondary! ”

The turbulents rubbed their cheeks against the neck of the supernova. Then the silver petition dried up the turbulence.

“Mr. White, you're tough. Stop it.”

“Haha! It's okay. You guys look like progress. You're both heavy. ”

The supernova swirls in its arms with turbulence. At the same time, progress and silver petitions burst into laughter.

The turbulence was a child born between the progress and the silver mill.

The first name was Wangho, and the second name was Wangho.

Wangwon Ho liked to cook with the appearance of Jin Jin, while Wangwon Ho liked to calculate with the appearance of Eun-sung. His personality was different, but his brotherly friendship was so good that he always hung out with him.

In the eyes of the supernova, the shadow fell.

I miss the arc.

The Bible bears his own aspirations in the name of his first son.

With the exception of the parents, the two brothers' favorite people were the supernova. He also loved his two brothers very much.

“Hahaha!”

Their laughter echoed in the backyard.

With a smile on his face, he watched his brothers and sisters laugh.

A slight shadow fell on the face of the discerning progress.

Because I know that the happiness I am enjoying right now is because of someone's sacrifice.

Brother!

Since that day, more than twenty years ago, Damho has not appeared in the world.

The world has forgotten the motto, but the dust has not forgotten the motto.

The happiness he enjoyed today was all due to Damho. It was thanks to Damho that Gandhi was able to maintain peace and still exist. But the human heart of the world was irrelevant, and the walls were being forgotten in people's memories.

It was unfortunate, but I was forced to accept it because it was also the flow of the world.

Jingyeo tried to laugh.

Today was a good day.

It is because it is a day that meets once a year.

After the first guest, Cho Yeon-un, the current Jinjin arrived.

Twenty years led to a white frost on the head of the present true man. His head was white all over, but his younger vertigo became deeper.

Along with him was an apostle who seemed to be in his early thirties. The painting of the young master was hydrophobic, and the old name was Southwest Day. He was a disciple and scholar of the Volcano Society, who was reaped by the Jinn at the end of the year.

“Long time no see, progress! ”

“A disciple of the Volcano Clan meets the Great Barracks of the Volcano Residence Room. ”

“Welcome. ”

I met them in a year, but they greeted me correctly.

Subsequently, he pretended to know the current Jinn.

“Welcome. You're a little late today, aren't you? ”

“It's a little late for me to say that fortune gives me an escort. ”

“Haha! How are you? ”

“It's always the same thing. You look good, too. ”

“I live well thanks to you. ”

“Yes!”

The current Jinn smiled benevolently.

The Jin Jin thought that if there were eyes of the man who realized the way, it would be like a real Jinn. In the eyes of the current Jinn, it was filled with a strange energy.

The last woman to appear in the parlour was a very beautiful woman. A woman with a beauty that seemed to go against the course of time was the end of God.

She was riding a horse, a black ear.

“Sister!”

Eun-sung reached out to Zhongyeon. The dragon shook her hand and descended from the back of the black ear.

“Brother!”

“How is your sister the same? It's so beautiful.”

“My brother doesn't look like his mother. ”

“It's all thanks to the elixir my sister gave me. My children are growing up without a single cold thanks to my sister. ”

“Thank God!”

Jong-yeon smiled subtly.

A slightly sad light appeared on the face of the silver petition looking at her.

Despite the passing of twenty years, the young solitude and longing in her face had not abated at all.

Her time stopped twenty years ago.

Where is the end of the year? Everyone gathered here today. Others, at least, resolved their misgivings in their own way, and lived in this world, but the lyrics were still not coming out of the fragrance of the Wall.

The world was calling her a god and sending her a salt of respect, but it was not giving her any comfort.

She was building a whole wall with her hideout. I didn't even know where she was hiding.

The only day she was seen in the world was once a year, when she was gathered in a parlour.

“Welcome. ”

“Closing saucer! ”

“Sister!”

The current Jinn and the supernova, followed by the advances, greeted her.

The last one to join was the Yellow Spirit.

The Emperor came with a silent light, and he was treating four children. Between the two, I was a child.

The first was only six tropics, but the bulk was nearing silence. In greening, I was already thinking of him as the next gross debtor.

They said hello to each other as they shared their stories.

Now that they were on their way, they could only meet once a year. I had a lot to say about it.

Progress told them.

“Not here, everybody, go inside. I've got all the food inside. ”

“What about you?”

“I'm going in with my mother. ”

I looked at the big pot that was boiling on one side of the guest glass when I asked the question of the supernova. In the pot, the fish caught in the river in front of the cups were boiling with various seasonings. They boiled to death with the fish they caught with their two sons in the early morning.

He nodded his head and looked at Jinjin.

“Come on, let's go inside first. It's been a long time since I thought about eating the food of a volcano mastermind, and I came running after breakfast and I'm hungry. Haha!”

He led the people into the guesthouse, and in the front yard there was only progress and black ears.

The dustbin quietly slaps the throat of the black ear.

“You're going crazy, too. Even if you ask me to live freely, I don't miss my master and leave. ”

Purr!

I enjoyed the touch of progress with my black ears closed.

After the disappearance of Damho, even Black Ear did not leave Mount Jongnam for a while. I stood like a statue without a sip of water or a graze of grass, as if I were a manger.

I would have been standing there for a long time if I hadn't brought a black ear.

The loyalty of the black ears waiting for the owner was enough to make people blush.

“It was hard coming a long way. Just wait a little longer, because I want to give you some warm food. ”

As the progress whispered and the black ears understood, they waved their tails. The dustbin again knocks on the black ear's neck and walks to the pot.

I was going to bring the black ears to the people who were waiting inside.

When the lid of the pot is opened, a spicy aroma appears.

I boiled half a day and it cooked properly.

It was time for the dust to smile and wield a large ladle in the pot.

Purr!

Suddenly, his black ears twisted.

The Jinjin said that he did not look back after knowing that the Black Ear's reaction asked for food.

“Just a little while. I'll get it to you in no time. ”

Doodoo-doo!

Suddenly I heard the sound of a black ear hoof. I'm running somewhere as I please.

I looked back at the ladle because I was embarrassed.

“Hey!”

Whining!

The moment he looks back, an intense wind blows. Plum leaves scattered in the wind.

I didn't see a black ear on the leaves of the fine plum. The dustbin waits for the wind to pass, with tons of impressions.

After a while, the wind passed, and the scattered plum leaves sat on the ground. Then I saw a black ear.

That black ear is burying its head on someone's shoulder.

"Who?"

The progress frowned. It is because I could not see the face of a man because he was covered with a large black ear. However, his hands were sharp as if he were beating the thick neck of a black ear.

The moment I saw his hand, covered in scars, hardened like a jewel (), the dust stopped dropping its ladle.

Take it!

“Why?"

“What's going on? ”

The people in the crowd opened their windows in amazement at the sound. And what they saw was the back of the dusty progress that stood still with the ladle on the floor.

Their gaze turned to the place where progress was seen.

Black Ear, and..... he was there.

Wan.