Volcanic Spirit

Bad news didn't think a new name was necessary.

Most of all, he gave unique nicknames such as Dongma, Noma, and Changma, which made him annoyed.

"Then go down the mountain and I'll go into the wall! Bad news! Are you going to show off like this?”

Lee Hwon's words were impassioned by bad news.

He is now dying, and so are the gasoline. So what he wants is to stop the gasoline after he goes down the mountain. But since I was half-aged and half-aged, I don't know if it'll work.

"I want to be young even if I die soon. If you've decided to put it down, let's throw it all away.”

asked the bad news with a sigh.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Let's make it a disciple of bad news. He was his disciple in his later years and stayed by his side when he died. What do you say?"

"Will that mean anything?"

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"That's not true. Maybe it's because you're hiding in the mountains. Why is it so tight? Bring me at least a piece of paper. It's also a will."

Bad news grinned and exclaimed.

"Aha! You could have done that."

Clearly, the balance of mind and body was broken, so there was considerable ups and downs of emotion. It was no different from Kang Ho's first appearance. A little while ago, he lamented that his family's safety had reached Baekcheokgandu, but now he was happy as if he had found a new toy.

"Hmm, what should I write?"

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead by looking at the bad news of making fun of the brush on the paper.

Now that this has happened, I wanted to absorb the realization of bad news in the wall. But he wouldn't be weird if he died tomorrow, so I had to take a peek at his chance. Surely there would have been a time to discuss Shinma's enlightenment when they became closer.

"Then let's speak at ease, since we've decided to be the disciple of bad news. And now that it's like this, don't try to force your old emotions to come alive, just do what you want. If you're young, you should live young. We're going to a bird song. How's that?"

Bad news frowned and when he heard the last story, he coughed in vain.

"Hmm! Do as you please. We can't expect justice from those who are not normal anyway."

It was not what a man who had his eyes wide open on the story of a birdman would say.

"You sound like the first person to break the oath.”

Lee Hwon's sarcastic remarks made the bad news blush.

A stuttering sound came to his ear as if he were about to explode.

"What does that mean? I can't believe he's dead.”

Lee Hwon exclaimed.

I forgot the existence of a bad rumor.

Perhaps the bad news and the desertion.

said Talma, pointing to the super-heaven.

"There shouldn't be a witness, so let's leave it in here.”

"Hmm! It's not a bad idea to manage alcohol and clean the house?"

The bad news roared.

"It's my granddaughter! You goddamn converts!"

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

"Well, how can you pretend to be a disciple of bad news only by making it so easy to speak up. This is how you get caught as soon as you get off the mountain. You're not gonna wake up?”

Bad news showed a condescending look.

"Ah-ha, you tested me. I'll talk to Seol A. It's for the family, so you'll understand.”

While the two were talking, the mask stood beside Lee Hwon.

[Are you sure you took the test?]]

The moment I hear the sound of the hair loss, I feel new.

But the whole sound itself was faint as if it were heard in the distance.

[Sighs] But the sound's not as loud as the one I jumped.]

[It's hard to adjust the outside because it's a form of changing the body shape.]

[You can't fly strong or shoot memorization.]

This is not something to say to a person who had not mastered the martial arts of the first-second class just a few days ago. But the mask hit it lightly again.

[Coming up without a sound] A little! Bug! That's fine.]

[Yes, whatever it is, do it like stealing. Well, then, can't you do anything?]

Yi Hwon and Talma grinned and drank together.

And then, a few minutes later, four people, including a bad rumor, started to go down the mountain.

If the top of Mt.Taesan was as warm as the spring breeze, the middle jaw was so flashy that it wouldn't be strange if bloodshot wounds occurred immediately.

Pee-ying

A legend flew over the fence of a mountain musician.

The arrow in the ground was bound with a letter, which was immediately delivered to the leadership. A warrior from the forest-blind Shandong Branch ran with a search.

"The answer is here."

A dozen or so figures were gathered in the splendid barracks.

On the left, Cheonpung Samgun, Dokrin King, and Changmu Geomje were seated, led by Choe Yang-gun, who was represented by Murim. On the right side, Hwang Bo-tae, Hwang Bo-tae, a housekeeper of Hwang Bo-se, and the military, as well as Gong Dae-wi, a deputy of the New Study Department, were all expressionless.

"How long do you think you're not in a proper mood, and how long do you have to exchange calligraphy like this?"

The new princess was unkind to the oil price.

Perhaps the indictment, which is a reader, was missing at the Soryongdaeyeon. If he had had his own force, and if it had been stronger than a mountain musician, he would have already had a monthly talk.

"You've come out of the forest, and it'll be solved soon."

Hwang Bo-tae spoke to Shin as if he was comforting her.

His expression was no different from Buju's.

They had sent all the foreign troops, which account for half of the world's armed forces. However, there is no news after reporting that the forest cannot be crossed due to the enemy's offensive.

'Crying! You can't benefit from staying around like this.’

He soothed his anger by swearing at Hwang Bo-woong, who was not helpful even in his death.

"Uhhhhh."

Geukyangdo County drew attention with its drooping voice.

"You must have made some progress now. What does the musician say?”

Although Dangchang, the king of Dokrin, mingled well with the army, he was also tired of the sluggish situation. The size of the power reached one thousand with the joining of the Moorimists. However, he has yet to see the face of his master, Ak Oh-chun, let alone climbing over the wall of a mountain musician.

Hana Yeongyang-gun was relaxed as if watching the fire across the river.

After receiving orders from the mastermind, I think that's the way. Therefore, there is no reason to rush into a fight until an order is given. That's why I was rather pleased with the current book.

"First of all, the death of Hwang Bo-woong and the indictment is certain.”

Hwang Bo-tae and the captain of the engineering team sprang to their feet.

The army kicked its tongue silently while watching the two men's behavior.

'Well, you already knew Hwangbo Sega.’

One thing you wouldn't know.

He added words in a low voice with sorrow.

"Yayoung-young, the maid of the Cheongdodaedan Altar, and a dozen members of the Hooji-suh joined the mountain band alive. According to their testimony, dozens of post-basemen, including two people, were killed, ·····."."."."."."."."

The middleman lamented all the words of murder.

The army of the two provinces stretched its end as if it were enjoying the situation.

"The thymus is said to be the outer extremity of Hwangbo Sega. Is there a place called Honmudae on Hwangbo-ga? They used a socheon mine to kill the latter."

"Dogs!"

Hwangbo Se-ju gave a fit.

On the other hand, Shin couldn't speak with her eyes wide open.

In the meantime, shouted Hwang Bo Se-ju.

The mixed-stage unit has not been dispatched to the outside due to the circumstances of its home family recently. No! That doesn't matter. Why would I go on stage alone to kill my son? You don't think you can kill at least one of your three sons?”

He thought he deserved to die, and he did, too.

But just because he thinks so doesn't mean outsiders can know.

The army continued its words with a curious look.

"That's true. Huh, but I don't know why you're making such a joke."

"This is all a trick to split us up! That's how we're going to drag it out. So the Taoist army should no longer be fooled by the enemy's tricks, and take the offensive now!"

"Well, I'm sure the mountain musician is under suspicion, but it's burdensome to carry out massive killings under the circumstances of the forest blindness."

"Huh! If you're so afraid of it, I'll settle it at home."

As Hwang Bo-tae responded as if he was going to run out of the army, the Yeongyang-gun hardened its expression. In the situation of waiting for a new order from the abacus, the calligraphy was burdensome.

The unexpected situation at that time was a kite.

"The branch manager!"

A warrior from the Shandong branch came in and gave a deafening remark to the branch manager.

Seeing the Sandong branch manager's face turn white, the fighters hardened their facial expressions. And when the branch manager's mouth fell, he was shocked.

"The mountain musician opened the door."

"Hung! You're going to kneel now?"

"No, he's going to kill the sinner."

The face of Hwang Bo-tae, who is sure to be pointed out as a sinner, turned red. It was at that time that a ray of electricity flowed into the ears of Yeongyang-gun.

[Start]

"I told you to start."

The black man raised the corners of his mouth at a word of the abacus.

"Well done."

The two men set up a separate room in the famous Julu under Taesan Mountain.

The top of the four-story base was so open that my heart was cooling.

The potter filled his own glass and poured the drink into a mouthful.

"Kha! I say all I can do is have fun, but is it okay for you to do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wouldn't intervene in Shandong Province's affairs because it was a pleading. But now that I'm in my place, I'm saying this because it's weird."

The black man gazed out of the window with a good smile on his face.

"If you go in when you have an owner, you rob, but if you don't, you go in when you don't have one."

"Well, you mean the blue man is dead, right?"

"Hoot, it wasn't a long-lived physiognomy anyway.”

The abacus gave a big laugh at the black man's words.

"Should people with the same face be so unkind?"

"I don't think you're being nice to Cheongnyong, Baekho, or Hyunmoo either."

"If that's the case, I don't have anything to say. Can I just let you fight like that anyway?"

The black man nodded.

"Just as humans don't intervene in the lives of ants or mice, so does their work. What a mountain musician needs is bad news for the windows of the wall, only one person. Others don't mind."

"And if you ordered a fight, that means the bad news is not far off.”

"The Tomb of the Jade Emperor has been cleared."

The jug opened his eyes thinly and looked up at the top of Taesan.

Even if he had passed the peak a long time ago, it was almost impossible to see the top of the mountain rising through the clouds. It was even more impossible to notice the change there.

"The first sensory map."

"You don't have to call each other like that."

The eyes of the abacus became thinner.

"How different are you from us?"

One black man turned the subject with his words dropped from ear to ear.

"He's coming down. You'll have fun soon."

The abacus still remained expressionless.

"Did I ask you what I shouldn't have asked?"

The black man spoke to such a mastermind with his eyes pierced.

"What does that matter? You just have to have fun."

In the end, it was Jujak who turned away first.

The black man may be able to discuss pleasure.

However, the family of Hwang Bo-sei, who was a part of the group, became unable to feel any emotion. Because my head turned white.

"No, what is this?"

Hwang Bo-tae opened his eyes wide.

An So-pung of Cheongnyongjang was one of the ten best masters in the Presbyterian Church. When he was hit by the method he had mastered, he had a bluish bruise, and the interior of the bruised area was famous for melting down as if it had been poisoned. That's why they were the first ones to send them out to get a head start.

However, he pierced his heart even before he even showed off his solar term. Blood springs like a fountain, and if An So-pung had not fallen with a scream, he would not have believed it.

"Han, I can't believe I'm going to die in one blow."

"Well, you mean the five-point price is the five-point price."

Hwang Bo-tae was awakened by the sarcastic remarks of the army.

And when he saw the gasoline of the mountain musician who killed An So-pung, he gnashed his teeth.

"I'm gonna beat you to death!"

A young man, who appears to be in his early twenties, is only waving his hands, brushing against the iron bars.

"All the converts of Hwangbo Sega, come out of the house!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun