Volcanic Spirit

It was simple to discuss the dictionary meaning of residuals.

It was a band of thieves and villains who had been beaten down.

Therefore, you don't have to pay attention to your conscience or other people's eyes.

Just like exterminating a rat that gnaws at grain, you just have to trample on the Japanese like a monk a few days ago.

"I can't wait."

The horse's head tilted at the horse's horse.

"Why?"

"You're the man whose blood heats up as you warm up. The liquor I'm drinking now is cold, so if I come back after a run, the aroma will double."

"Oh! I see."

Saekma was once again impressed by the comet of the mask.

And I gave up the pride that I did a great job by wiping out the remnants. He had less influence on Lee Hwon than he had yet to reach the tip of his mask.

'You're gonna have to work harder!’

Lee Hwon tilted the bottle, leaning halfway against the sidekickness.

"Kha! But what about the owner who gave us a bed?"

"I bought it for three times the market price."

Saekma was confident even though she used four thousand nyang of silver.

Isn't there a mask beside him with a dry purse?

"You said you needed money, and you did this? Well done."

"I really needed it. The mountain behind this garden is the topography surrounded by mountain ridges from left to right. In addition, the stream continues from the end of the ridge. There's a stone bridge across the stream."

The mask was wheezing.

"If you break the bridge, ······"

Saekma responded by stealing the back of her nose with her index finger as if she were mimicking a mask.

"It becomes a rat in a jar."

Lee Hwon grinned and focused on the operation.

"Put some wine at every entrance of the building."

The Talma and the Saekma took an armful of liquor bottles and disappeared.

Cheongdo of Shandong Province was located at the end of the peninsula.

Therefore, it was the shortest distance to go to Taesan by turning around the coast and going to Gomilhyeon. There was an unnamed stone mountain outside of Gomilhyeon. And there was an unprecedented number of people gathering.

"A lot of people gathered.”

Hwangbo Iron and Steel, the only owner of Hwangbo Sega, looked old for decades. While struggling to catch and kill the participants of the Soryongdaeyeon, his family suffered a near-death blow.

"You must kill him."

Ga-ju had long been ill in Chungampyeong due to injuries and insults. And with the outboard on the way, the inner wing was wiped out. The petrolmen of Hwangbo Sega stole what might be money and ran away, and the empty guests packed up and left at night. In short, Hwangbo Sega is the process of disappearing with only the shell left.

'So to get everything right, we have to catch him.’

Hwangbo Iron & Steel stared at Hwangbo Tae-ryong, who was having a dry breakfast next to him.

'You have to do it.’

Although Hwang Bo-ryong was sad that he was cruel as a servant of Hwang Bo-se, he was very good at nothing. Therefore, I learned a lot from the news. However, it was impossible to handle Lee Hwon, who dominated the Sandong River just because Hwang Bo-ryong became stronger.

'We'll help.’

He narrowed his brows by looking at the fighters who filled the rocky mountain.

The number of fighters belonging to the outer altar of Hwangbo Sega still reached four hundred. And there were about a hundred people who wanted to go all the way.

'If they could do it, Hwangbo Sega would be stronger than before.'

Hwangbo Steel could not hide its regret.

Even if they had to work, Hwang Bo-se's extramarital affairs would be wiped out. Most of them are self-reliant, and they cannot handle it because they are full of heartache.

I just had to thank them for being available.

And the object of appreciation came.

"I don't know how to repay you."

Hwangbo Cheoljo took the oath of office by looking at the scholar who was next to him.

The scholar seemed an ordinary writer except for the sword.

One is the lion who took the second place among the five-jwa, the inner blessing of the black man. Anan was the number of soldiers who attacked the volcano, but it was actually a liver planted by a black man.

Then he appeared on a stone mountain a thousand miles away.

The messenger exhaled a harsh breath toward the Hwangbo Iron and Steel.

"He killed the godfather. I can't go back to Sakyamuni until I get rid of him."

Hwangbo Iron & Steel Co. erased even a grain of doubt from the passionate words of the envoy. Located in the northern part of the country, Seokgaja was a unique type of breakwater that combines free, oil and government offices.

The history of nothing compared to the old school.

As a symbol of oil prices, he claimed to be the descendant of new study.

And isn't the government's connections higher than Hwang Bo-se?

The godfather of such a place would be the wife of the owner of the time and the mother of the owner. It was not incomprehensible that the guard spilled his powder. Rather, the more furious they were, the better they felt.

The Hwangbo Iron & Steel Co. was in a hurry to respond.

"To kill the godfather of the Sakyamuni! He has neither humanity nor morality.”

The messenger tried to lament the death of the godfather.

When I recalled the moment of Anan's death during the Hana military, I couldn't help but laugh. That's why he forced his emotions and added words.

"Lee Hwon is a reckless reticenthusiastic. I don't care about our Sakyamuni family. All I need is to cut off his limbs and drag him to Sakyamuni!"

Hwangbo Iron & Steel Co. joined hands.

"If justice is alive, it will be. By the way, how did you collect them?”

A hundred or so unknowns, all of whom were seeking to be sold out, were gathered by private guests. There were various groups of people, including Nang-in, Pagye-seung, and Mok-in.

"Just as he dazzled the Gangster with all his might, so did I."

Hwangbo Iron & Steel smiled.

He also aimed for Lee Hwon, but there is no need to reveal it before the event.

"I see. All we have to do is avenge Hwang. I'm sure someone who's meant to be will get it. Hana's arrogance will be over today!"

That is why it was all about revealing ambiguous resolutions.

"Then let's proceed as planned!"

The entire mountain was filled with masked people, adding up to 200 uninhabited people in Sakyamuni's House.

"Let's go!"

At someone's low remark, hundreds of fighters opened fire, killing the sound of footsteps.

Yi Hwon took his seat on the roof.

People have all escaped anyway, and all they have left in the long run is a mask and a sakma. Therefore, it didn't matter if I could see that masked people were flocking like ants.

"Oh! I should have brought some snacks, too."

Rather, he had to feel bored by the way the enemy approached him carefully. After yawning, Yi Hwon took a sip of alcohol and thought of Saekma's horse.

Only the second son of Hwang Bo-se is still alive, and he said he couldn't do anything because he had an extant and an eldest son left. So if you wipe them out and bring them proof, ···.'.'.'

Saekma assured.

The second son of Hwangbo Sega is recognized for his ownership of Jeon Gak-gun and can claim to be a loser in the western part of Shandong Province.

In other words, the entire Shandong Province, as well as the Cheongdo Altar and Hwangbo Sega, fell into Yi Hwon's hands.

"He could do anything for someone he liked."

Lee Hwon grinned at the thought of Saekma before her return.

It was admirable to see that the sprouts were already yellow.

Then the head of the equator crossed the stream in front of Jangwon.

Their plan was simple.

As soon as they crossed the river, they roared and flocked.

He is trying to push it with force.

"Simple. Simple. It's so simple that it's so trivial that I doubt it."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

Even if the suspect watched from afar, he would have chills. To Lee Hwon, however, it only looks like a flock of ants avoiding the flooded stream.

"Huh?"

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly and raised the corners of his mouth.

Unconscious of him, as soon as a sign was passed on from the mountain behind him, the blood vessels started on their own. Dozens of pages were fired and the enemy's urgent footsteps were heard.

This is the power of the castle.

the state of the blood's self-preservation of its master

It was believed that there was no reason why if you went up to the old castle, the tenth castle, and even the tenth castle, you would not be able to climb to the level of self-defense. And the more these expectations were raised, the more curious was the death of Shinma.

"If I had returned to the castle Pal, what could he have done?’

I couldn't believe that an absolute man like Shinma died of exhaustion. It is absurd that he was subjected to peace-loving political factions.

'You're not living somewhere, are you?’

The thought gave me goose bumps in my back.

Perhaps Lee Hwon is the one who values Shinma the most in the current Gangho. If Shinma comes back and starts killing people, no one will be able to stop her.

'Oh, come on!

The enemy crossed the bridge in the midst of miscellaneous thoughts.

They picked up speed even more speed.

You must have had no reason to be careful now that you thought you were caught.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

When someone shouted, it spread like an epidemic.

It is an instinctive cry to overcome the excitement and fear caused by the actual battle.

Hana was only noisy for Lee Hwon.

And soon there was a loud enough sound to bury their shouts.

Quack, boom!

Talma collapsed the bridge with a small thunderbolt.

'How many times did he steal that thing?’

Lee Hwon raised himself with a false smile.

Now it was his turn to step forward.

The bridge has given way.

It's definitely an explosion by an artificial touch.

One thing the fighters didn't mind.

He's already on the tiger's back.

So, I started running forward, forward.

Someone wanted to turn around, but the spirit and madness created by the group did not condone individual dogmatic behavior. Some hesitated or turned around and were crushed so that even the bodies could not be left properly.

"Find the Maehwa Prince!"

"Hold on the drunkard!"

"Where's the salt?"

"Get your paycheck!”

There was a mixture of abandoned star signs, empty houses, and a wild noise, and shouts of people handling goods. Therefore, he secretly moved without taking part in the unsolicited hobby.

Pavat!

As soon as Lee Hwon opened his eyes, no one could track down his tracks.

"Hmm."

Only a private guest who was coming down from the hill behind Jangwon narrowed the middle of his forehead. Although he was the second son of Ojwa, he was only a warrior who escorted the godfather of Sakyamuni.

Therefore, there were separate leaders of the Sakyamuni clan.

Daereung Samno was a key master of the Presbyterian Church, which was secretly run by Sakyamuni. And it was also the henchman's henchman who had already died. The master was dead, but the orders she left remained in their heads.

Save the Shinma's enlightenment.

The messenger shouted to the great Sam-no in a hurry.

"He's headed to the Heart of the Clown."

He gave false information.

But Daeryong Samno did not doubt it.

For to them, the lion was also the servant of Anan, disguised as a godfather.

"We must catch first!"

The messenger raised the corners of his mouth when Daeryeong Samno vented his speculation.

"I'm going to send false information to Hwang Bo-ga so that she can't be seen. And we're going to take out the Sakyamuni fighters from the front and head to the Simbu. In the meantime, Samno will have to secure Lee Hwon."

"Do it right now."

Daeryeong Samno went straight past the Sage, speeding up his light attack, and went down toward a hundred of his men and Jangwon. Only then did the lone lion show a relaxed look, and unlike the uninhabited Sakyamuni, he headed to the top of the hill.

He grinned, looking down at his palms.

Yi Hwon, Hwang Bo-se, and even the third head seemed to dance on the palm of the black man. His new style was fogged out at the end of a private remark.

"In the end, only the Lord will remain and reign."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun