Volcanic Spirit

72, growing sprouts.

The postmortem deserved to be respected enough.

If she had received a pair of silver from the man she saved and the man she kept, she would have already become a millionaire. One she was lonesome, armed only with unbroken beliefs. Thus, he became a Buddhist and master of the Jusan Islands, and became famous as Geomhu, a female middle school student.

So it was a bit of an old-fashioned.

"I wasn't the only one, was I?"

"Unfairness was a burden even before she got married."

"Look at that. I felt like a mother to those like us who had nothing but my own greed."

"Oh! I see. That's how the strangeness and the oddly irresistible relationship were made!"

"The atmosphere is different once you've left Ok-ju for now!

"Kkeut, now you can play with your belt undone."

Chungha and the devil continued their friendly conversation by using the postmortem as their snack.

Originally, the two were the two of us.

Namgoong Chun-woon was the best from birth, and wore a robe of arrogance.

A bad news that he devoted his whole life to evil to overcome Namgung Sega.

If it wasn't for Shinma, she wouldn't have had anything to face in her life.

They'd just live off each other.

Shim Deuk of Hana Shinma almost closed the gap between the two and showed their teeth toward each other after an equal relationship. When such two men treated the coroner, they mingled well like a pair of mandarin ducks.

'In the first place, they were more suited to this side than to the political faction.'

Lee Hwon passed the author, swinging his arms.

It was only 10 days ago that blood death was completed in Changcheonpyeong. It was hard to find fear or frustration among those who were going back and forth. This meant that the signboard of Namgoong Sega had an unshakable belief as long as it remained intact.

'As expected, Namgung Sega is a good place.

Lee Hwon smiled brightly as he saw the author, who was drunk from broad daylight. If a war breaks out and the hostess closes the door, wouldn't there be as much loss as that?

At least for someone like Lee Hwon who claims to be a hobby.

"Big brother, I think the Zulu just before was pretty good? Have you seen anywhere?"

The devil peeped at the base and asked.

I guess the sashimi has gone as far as to be handsome because I'm not young enough. The problem is that even Chungha, who is wearing a woman's body, glances at the giraffes.

"Yap! It's not that you don't go, it's that you can What do you think you're going to be rumored to be taking you to the Giru?"

"You're right, big man. It's all your fault."

The devil's grumbling raised Chungha's blood.

"What are you saying? You look like a bastard!

"Huh, is your eye sprained? Look around you. Who is as handsome as I am?"

"Hmph! The standard of a man is different for a woman. Little boy!"

"You bastard! Now you change the sex at your convenience."

Lee Hwon frowned.

As the handsome and beautiful men and women were roaring together, the eyes of those who came and went were as smooth as ever. One of them is a hundred-year-old weapon.

'Let's not get entangled. Let's not get tied up.'

If it's a monster, it should be, but strangely enough, Gerslim hasn't disappeared.

Eventually Lee Hwon closed his eyes and ears.

'At this point, the Saekma looks normal.'

In the meantime, the bustling hour ended.

Then came the three-story building which stood tall on the edge of the lake lined with willows.

"Brother! Here you are."

The mask urged with a wave of hands.

"Hooray! Surely the scenery of the lake is no joke."

"It's the most famous place nearby."

"Are you in position?"

At Lee Hwon's question, the mask shook the vest.

"Even on the best third floor, it's by the window. I've had a little bit of a show of strength for someone who's booked in advance."

As expected, this world is power and money.

It was the strong world that anyone with force and money could live without envy of the emperor. For the strong, it is heaven in the story, but for the weak, it is like hell.

"Good job."

I patted the head of the horse and he giggled because he liked it.

"It feels like my first social gathering."

I love making friends with thieves.

He seemed to be hungry for affection because he was an orphan.

"Let's go."

Lee Hwon took the lead.

As soon as I entered Yujeongnu, I could not help but exclaim.

It was not a building made by picking willow trees and mincing the ground. It was a nature-friendly building with walls everywhere and ceilings, leaving the trees intact, so the eyes seemed to be in luxury.

"It's more like an old house than an old one."

"It's a local attraction. 그리고······."

The mask lowered its voice.

"Yuyeopju is awesome again."

"Ho! Yeah?"

The two men's pace quickened.

Following Jumsoi, he climbed to the third floor, and an open front view greeted them. After a while, a table large enough for twelve people to sit on was full of dishes.

"The glass is so unique and pretty."

"It looks like a willow leaf. So what you're supposed to fill in here is not alcohol, but dew. Haha!"

Talma, who hosted the event, shrugged and braced to the fullest extent of the pleasant admiration of the participants.

"Drink as much as you like. I'll buy it today as a celebration of my new brother!"

The devil and Chungha cheered as the Talma shook a warp that they didn't know whose was. And I was elated when I saw Jum So-yi who appeared after a while.

It was no less than a feat to bring three pots on a wide board. Talma gladly handed over a nyang of silver, and Jumsoi only went back after several greetings as if to sweep the floor with the top of her head.

"The weather is nice, the alcohol is nice, and the place is nice."

"Yes, I feel good. It's been a while since I had a good rest."

While the alcohol was going around a few times, the conversation continued without endlessly.

We decided to be monsters through our hearts, but we didn't know much about each other. So it was a short time, but a meaningful time continued.

"By the way, have you decided on a nickname?"

Most of the nicknames are decided by Kang Ho's rumors, so it is safe to say that the monster's name is an alias.

Chungha nodded, but couldn't bring up his words easily.

Only after being kicked several times did I spill an awkward remark.

"Myoma."

Isn't the name "myo" commonly used for young girls?

That's why the devil would have nothing to say even if he was pointing a finger at him. The devil, however, shrugged lightly and said,

"I thought you'd call me Chung-ma because of Chun-ha. It's good because it's easy to pronounce. I'll memorize it."

"Then don't you think it's pretty good that you've had a lot of nasty nicknames lately?"

Lee Hwon wedged under the horse of the horse.

"You do it if you want to."

So the mama smiled awkwardly and emptied her glass.

Talma turned the topic around in consideration of her mama.

"So you're still a six-star monster."

"Do you really need to force it? If you have a congenial person, it will either increase or decrease."

Lee Hwon looked out the window at the panorama of the lake.

'Don't be a beast of the land.'

Before the return, a sword, a horse, and a cow were missing from the six-horse race. However, today's six-star monster was more of a monster than they were before their return.

'I prefer this side.'

Lee Hwon is a drinker.

There are modifiers such as bayonet and cupboard, but in a word, it was a hobby itself.

The high heaven and earth are thieves.

Hana and Lee Hwon were inseparable from each other, and he is a tongue-tied fellow who knows how to return.

Saekma's temple was a beggar.

If he had lived a smooth life as a post-opening postman, he would have been a hindrance, and if he had been lucky, the post of a future ark was not a dream. Hana Lee Hwon fell in love with Lee Hwon and rushed out to open the door. Though he was openly loyal and affectionate, he was a cold beggar to a beauty. Perhaps you will receive the Hao Gate before the year changes and come back. And hold out the top of the head, wagging an unoccupied tail.

Ye Young-young, a former horse, was a surprise.

Although he accepted his talent for making money as exceptional, it would be the weakest in terms of solidarity. Now that the Cheongdo Brigades were carried on their backs, they would decide their course of action when they were against the political faction.

The devil had anti-aging, and had a bad relationship with the mama.

Myoma has been possessed by reincarnation and ice, and she also has a bad relationship with the devil.

"But it's not evil, but evil has left too much lingering affection for the family, isn't it?"

"You too, tilt the Namgoong tax. Would it bother you?"

"Namgung Sega can't do that. It only happens to mountain musicians on the outskirts."

"You punk! I'm canceling what you said earlier was good for your nickname. An old man mimicking a flower-like maiden!"

"You touched something you shouldn't touch!"

It was that much.

The mask drew attention with applause.

"This is the 97th time. I'll make sure you have a big fight for the 100th fight. If you're going to fight, why don't you fight under that willow tree over there?"

Lee Hwon smiled back.

"As expected, the completion of the scenery is the sight of a fight."

The 97th match was canceled.

The lower part was noisy and someone climbed the stairs.

"Sohyeop, I'm sorry, but you already have a visitor."

"Ah! Well, don't you say you'll only talk?"

"But it's a little,······."

"Huh! Rumor has it that the west window of Yujeongru is such a magnificent sight. So don't you say I'll take care of you on my own?"

Lee Hwon smiled in vain.

"Wherever it's known to be good, this never stops."

"It's a nice world to live in. So you must have raised them, and you've got a lot of bad manners, like you've got the world under your feet, and you don't have to rest."

Talma was born to hate the same class as the prestigious, rich, and cilantro.

"It's a good day, so make yourself comfortable."

The mask nodded at Lee Hwon's words.

Isn't it the same for everyone who doesn't want to be disturbed on a good day?

But the two didn't know.

The strange eyes that the mama and the devil exchange behind their backs.

*

Cheongchurim was a small-scale liquor in Jangpyeongmun, located in Hanam.

Jangpyeongmun itself was not well-known in the Moorim, but it was a descendant of Shaolin, so it was very powerful in Hanam. It would not have been an exaggeration to say that he had been growing up without anything lacking since childhood, and that he had lived doing everything he wanted to do.

For him, Yu Jeong-ru's taste was a must-see course since he came to Anhui Province. Especially so was the case with Jang Yak-ran, who has affection for Yeon-mo, and the latter players who act as if they were her own limbs.

"Isn't it Jean Sozer who mentioned Yoo Jeong-ru in the first place?" As long as I'm a man, I'm going to let the woman I'm going to be enjoy this luxury!"

I climbed to the third floor with this kind of mind.

My nervous heart melted like snow in the face of the sun.

"Fortunately, they were insignificant."

The man with a fiery face was sitting on the top.

And the boy, who looked like a servant, blinked his eyes and noticed. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, the men and women were only outstanding in their beauty and did not stand out.

'It's a piece of cake for Jean Sozer to score.'

Cheongchurim lightly rolled up the jangsam that was hung in front of him, showed the sword of his waist, and then moved his steps.

And he took the oath according to the example of a famous sentence.

"The resuscitation is Cheongga from Jangpyeongmun in Hanam. After a long journey with my close friends, I lost my reputation in Yoo Jeong-ru and went up without permission."

It was after he guessed what he would say even if he didn't listen to the mask.

As a result, one person blocked the front as soon as he tried to issue a congratulatory address by waving his pocket of money.

'Huh?

The mama tilted her upper body to stop the mask and asked back in a gentle voice.

"Aha! That's what happened. So what?"

"Hmm! I'll make it up to you, so could you give me your seat?"

The chungchurim coughed in vain.

One had already had a hot face as it could have been.

Jang Yak-ran, whom he had in mind, suddenly showed signs of displeasure, and those who came with him couldn't take their eyes off as if they were possessed by the beauty of the mama.

"Oh! Oh my gosh. We've been making reservations for a long time. You can't just give in,·······."

"So, Sozer, I'll make up for the money."

Unknowingly, the chungchurim blushed once again.

In the meantime, the mama snuck at the spoonbasket and laughed.

"Do you want to bet?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun