Volcanic Spirit

Four perforated hematocysts. (2)

*

It was before the return.

Lee Hwon was broke when he turned against the volcanic waves.

Except for the tiny Danjeon and a few herbivores that could be second-rate inspection methods, they had nothing.

It was dark in the world.

I could not grasp the true meaning of the favour.

The result is no flight.

A few years later, he struck his master's back head with a jangdol, and ran away once again.

when the chunno-goer and the hounds were close at hand

Lee Hwon met an old man.

The old man was already seriously injured and his life and death were unclear.

He gave Lee Hwon, who was on the verge of starvation, a perforated helix.

An old man gave him half-a-gap inner workings, and Lee Hwon's body, which had been starving for several days, was optimized for mastery.

The mysteries of the human body are infinite.

When the body becomes weak, it covets the inner workings to survive.

One such thing doesn't happen.

It is because I also protect myself.

A weak body can't beat inner space, a mass of energy.

However, if you leave the mouth at that time, the body will have the upper hand.

The inner workings move in the blood, not in the Danjeon.

Yes, it's not Danjeon, it's Danjeon yourself.

It was a process that the old man taught by passing down his inner workings.

However, just listening to it gave off the smell of the left-leaning attitude.

Where did you get the perforated hematocyst?"

Then he said, "I brought it from Magyo."

If so, he said he would not learn it because he is a martial artist of Samahudo.

It is common for him to be accused of public service when he travels around the area of political factions.

At that time, the old man's answer was the right answer.

"If that's the logic, Shaolin would ask again if all the scaffolding she took from Mado and hid in Janggyeonggak were Jeonggong."

Lee Hwon, who lacks insight, could not answer back.

I just understand that the Heavenly Hallows are the deeds of the Emperor, who did not place any enemies anywhere in the Jeongsama.

"Just because I understand it doesn't mean that others understand it."

Lee Hwon rubbed his eyes with both hands as soon as he finished his pedigree.

I checked my face with yearning and sleep.

His eyes were the same as usual.

'Fortunately, it's the same as before.'

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, lying on the bed.

His eyes turned red first when he reached the three provinces. The strength of the force that flows through the blood makes the eyeball red by bloodshot.

I had to leave the volcano by then.

No one has a good view of red eyes.

Even Lee Hwon smiled with self-help, saying, "You look like a warrior." Just the lines of the three provinces were enough to cross the river.

'Until then, I'm relieved.

It's not carelessness, it's reassurance.

It is no wonder that the perforated helix did not go through power failure, but swung through the veins. Therefore, even if someone catches Lee Hwon's pulse door and checks the power failure, the existence of a perforated blood wheelbarrow cannot be revealed. In any case, the Danjeon is empty and remains clean.

So it was possible to live in peace.

Yi Hwon muttered after stretching.

"Come on! Let's try training now."

He closed his eyes at the same time.

After a while he snored, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Surprisingly, it is also part of the training.

The human body constantly sucks blood through the heart, and exhales. So the inner cavity in the blood also moved along with the blood all day long.

In other words, just breathing has made achievements.

Even if I ate, pooped, ran, walked, or slept, the air breakfast continued. Until he died, it was the greatest feat of a bloodless maniac who grew up on his own.

"Oh! Good. The liquor is delicious. I'm gonna drink it all."

A pleasant sleep talk hovered around the quarters all night.

*

It was the most comfortable night I had since I returned.

At least as long as he entered the perforated helix, he did not have to worry about dying from a blind knife inside the volcano.

So I hummed myself.

'Bob, three bowls of rice.'

I should fill it with rice as much as I can't drink.

However, the atmosphere of the political affairs officer has changed strangely over the past few days

"It's Lee Hwon. It's out now."

"You said you didn't eat because you were sorry to hit the original price?"

"Was he such a sweet, delicate man?

"I don't know, but you look bright."

"This brother is a good man. It's not just a nice name."

"Yang Chil, after you know something. You're out."

Yi Hwon happily left the quarters and then paused.

Come to think of it, I had starved for seven days.

Erased a smile, stretched his shoulders, sobbed and headed for the restaurant.

"Oh! You were alive?"

Suk-soo Bang, the head of the restaurant, asked pretending to know.

"Oh, yes."

But I heard something I couldn't just pass by.

"The bucket has taken your side a lot. I was worried a lot. Say thank you later."

Lee Hwon was speechless with a bowl of rice.

The only memory of Yangtong, a political official, was the third-rate miscellaneous who revealed money. I couldn't believe such a man sided with me and worried me.

'Look at him.'

Lee Hwon looked inside the restaurant and kicked his tongue.

Political cadres were divided into two classes precisely.

One side, dressed in high-quality shamanism, ate rice and soup to the fullest, while the other side, dressed in worn-out shamanism here and there, ate their meals.

It was a conduit that gave a lot of money, and a conduit that didn't.

And it was the bucket that they divided up like that.

Lee Hwon looked down at his bowl.

She gave me quite a lot of food because I had stopped doing it for a few days.

'You're a bucket, you're a thank-you!'

With a snorting laugh, I blew away the question of the bucket.

And I emptied three bowls of rice as planned.

Originally, the government offices in the early part of the city were trained in the morning and the fields were plowed during the day. However, in winter weather like these days, they allowed private maintenance instead of plowing the fields.

It meant that you should spend it at your discretion."

'Shall we take a nap?'

Even at this moment the blood was all over.

That's why it was good to do anything.

It would be best to train martial arts, but now it's best to let the perforated helix adapt.

So the conclusion is a nap.

Hana Lee Hwon narrowed her forehead with her accommodation just around the corner.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

A stranger was swearing at the back of the shepherd's.

"Oh! That's Lee Hwon. Where've you been? You've been looking for a long time."

Except that it's Guandao, he's a total stranger.

Lee Hwon talked to him with a touch, but when he saw the paint, he opened his eyes thinly.

"So wasn't it near the restaurant earlier?"

"Oh, me? Yeah."

"I couldn't see you when I was eating."

"That, ······"

The answer came from Guandao.

"Oh! I talked to you to find you. I thought you said next door. I could've just said I went to eat. He didn't say anything."

Lee Hwon only looked at Guan-do.

He was big, and his eyes were big.

He's a tough-looking guy.

But no matter how I look at it, I can't remember it.

"What are you?"

"Are you doing this with your fellow political officer family of course. I'm Podaewoong, the 4th political officer. Did you just forget about it after a few days of course.

I've heard the name, but it's still strange.

"Never mind. Why are you looking for me?"

Po Dae-woong grinned and said,

"Chung wants to see you. Won Won-hwi, I was going to step on him sooner or later. Maybe it's because you took the lead, but Chung-

Now, I can't help but laugh at the author's third-rate speech.

Although it was not the official gateway to the volcano, the initial angle itself was operated by volcanic waves. However, why can such a Mangjong be carried around without hesitation?

"Ah! I remembered."

"Yes, you shouldn't forget this cannonball. Three months ago in Bimu, I told you, ··."."."."."."

A bear cub wearing a human mask dropped his horse in his ear.

What Yi Hwon remembered was the initial angle before returning.

Within the initial angle, the political and military officials did not get along well.

The two places were at odds in every case, except for the official residence, which had only the most outstanding government offices. It occurred to me that the things that were not even official civil servants believed only in the back, and that they even fought in secret after creating a private organization. In the initial pavilion, even if it wasn't a big accident due to donations, it was almost a mystery.

"쯧."

After you pass, you will be ashamed to kick your blanket.

But now was the time for them to brag as if they were in their own.

"So you want me to go and pledge my loyalty to someone who's doing something?"

Po Dae-woong replied, "What's so funny?"

"The loyalty was too much. I'm just saying let's play together. I'll also prepare the furniture and the wooden sword in your room as a priest. First of all, the food, clothing and shelter will be different. You have nothing to lose, too,."···."."."."."

Bam!

Yi Hwon struck out Po Dae-woong's hand and snatched Yang Chil's back neck.

Yang Chil only changed his hand from Podaewoong to Lee Hwon, but he looked more stable.

"How many hits did you get?"

"Oh, no."

No way.

Your clothes are covered in mud, so you must have rolled them five or six times.

"Hey! Lee Hwon. What are you doing?"

Po Dae-woong snorted and rolled up his fist.

But even before taking a posture, his upper body bent like a sickle and groaned.

"Turn it off!"

Lee Hwon said with a slant of distance.

"Still?"

The paint was on the paintbrush's face.

The boy shouted, stretching his fingers.

"Nine hit!"

On the other hand, Po Dae-woong frowned with a red face.

"You! Are you crazy? Against Biryonghoe,회를."······."

One more blow since I talked nonsense.

Puck!

At Lee Hwon's fist, Po Dae-woong fell on his buttocks and couldn't speak. I couldn't see the fist of the starving fellow for seven days. Even the moment I was hit, I was confused. It was all about stuttering in an unexpected situation.

"Uh, how?"

"This is all, ······. Whoo, there's something like that."

He is not worth showing off his power.

Yi Hwon was handed down the perforated helix before his return, buried six chunno-kun without any preparation the next day, and boiled three hounds. The memory of the liquor bottle taken from the waist of a chunno-man was clear as an accompaniment and enjoyed it.

Maybe he's been drunk since then.

Lee Hwon's appetite melted when the main worm went wild.

I'm going to hit him with a turmeric that I can't drink.

"Come on! Eight left."

Yang Chil did not correct Lee Hwon's mistake.

I'm just sad that I'm not in my 80s.

"Dead!"

"It's you who's dying! How dare you! Touch the brush?"

Puck! Puck! Puck!

The candle blushed at Lee Hwon's cry.

The memory of lifting Lee Hwon's head for several days flashed through my mind. As he had expected, Yi Hwon was a much better man than he was known.

"Who's the shepherd?"

Puck!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Brush is a brush. It's his own."

"Wrong!"

Puck!

The brush blinked at the eye.

The direction of the conversation was a little strange.

On the other hand, Podaewoong was quick-witted.

"No. No. The paint is yours."

Lee Hwon grinned and lowered his fist.

Bugak!

With the sound of his jaw turning, the gun tower fell down.

Lee Hwon grinned and called out the paintbrush.

"What are you doing? Take this bastard away, take him to a place where Biryonghoe or something gathers."

"Me?"

"Of course. Now that I beat the dog, I have to see the dog owner."

Yang Chil looked teary, but drew the pawdowoong with a murmur of pain without a word of mouth.

Lee Hwon narrowed the space between his eyes, following such a brush.

'If we take a few of our bosses off, we'll be able to make things easier for a while.’

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun