Volcanic Spirit

The electric horse turned its head along Lee Hwon.

Hana had no talent for exploring the Dan River through the darkness.

"Are you going?"

"No."

I should have been more surprised by the unexpected answer.

If she knew Lee Hwon, she wouldn't have let everything go when she found the enemy.

"This is not a fight."

"What's that all of a sudden?"

"This is cleaning."

Lee Hwon continued to explain as the former tilted his head.

"I'm asking you to clean up because you've collected a lot of trash."

"You're not in a position to be beaten by such shallow numbers, are you?”

"That's why you're not doing it.”

The electric horse opened its eyes wide.

After a long time, it seemed that Chumma's gibberish speech appeared, not Lee Hwon or the chief of staff. Then a ridiculous idea flashed through my mind.

"Is that why you're staying still?”

It meant that he didn't want to be subjected to the opponent's plot, so only the devil and the mama were forced to fight. Technically, it's not a fight, it's a volunteer work.

Cleaning is always something good people do.

"You didn't know they were all evil anyway. It's not like the other guys are attracted to me and killing me. They know everything. That's why I'm killing him without hesitation. It's no use being alive."

The former horse gave up its conception of the monster and became sullen.

"I'm sorry."

"Listen carefully. This is also Shim-deuk, linked to the intangibles, the ganglim conjugal, and the sacrilege. Identifying the servants of Cheonnyongjeon Hall is basically a splitting process. Choose one over two options and dig into the identity of the enemy, which is wrapped like an onion. If you can see their tendencies at a glance, you're as good as the first peeling."

The electric horse breathed one breath after another.

"I'm not sure."

"No matter how much Shim-deuk of Shin-ma, it's disappointing to say that it's me when a child like you who was unprepared learns it at once. It's only natural, so don't be so heartbroken."

The former horse smiled in gratitude.

In one sense, the reason why people study in the field where blood poisoning is created in real time was not as pure as it was. Perhaps he intentionally made the monster study to prove his composure.

'Do you mean that Dae-hyung is strong enough to not want to lose?'

The electric horse thought of a warrior of that degree.

I couldn't think of one easily.

At that time, Talma, who was assassinating the cause, appeared beside the former horse. The scorpion dropped the torch in a fit of surprise. Hana Talma tilted her head and said,

"Those who carried out the second attack aren't parrots. You seem a little excited, but it's normal."

I burst out laughing.

Only the masked men who had the first surprise attack would have been drunk and unable to distinguish themselves. Those who made the first and second attacks were clearly aiming for the Shimma.

So it was even more funny.

He must have thought that he would be tired of the monsters if he pushed the masked men, who are no longer stuck. So, they are rushing hard, and the mama and the devil are falling apart.

"But the third ones aren't moving."

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

"Are you scared?”

"It's a group of super-high cilantro and the masters of the shield. Thousands of people were cut off in front of him, and he must have been awakened."

"쯧."

"What can I do?"

Instead of answering Talma, Yi Hwon lashed out at the mare and the devil.

"How long will you be playing?”

At that moment, the speed of the enemy's collapse increased more than fivefold.

Whenever the devil used the sheet of law to make a full-blown effort, the enemies trembled and fell. The mama jumped into the enemy camp with her hands neatly gathered together, which she had purposely wielded to make it look like she was there. The grass was left where she passed, but no one was left.

"The third one is coming. Go after him!"

Lee Hwon's cry sent the devil and the devil flying forward. The mask blinked at the sight and said in a dry voice.

"It's like playing a hound?"

The former horse had the same thought, but he didn't bring it up.

Considering the frivolous nature of the mask, when the devil and the mare returned, they were sure to make fun of this. And he'll laugh at his own words. Unlike the mask, the scorpion could not yet be comfortable with the other demons.

He is a traditional Korean musician and a member of the Namgoong Sega.

One thing more than that was that they made a legendary transfer like Ban No-hwan-dong and Bing-ui.

Then Yi Hwon rose up.

"Are you going to bring me a drink?”

"Going to do business."

The mask asked at the front horse.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to follow the formation?”

The former wanted to go, but isn't he still weak enough for his enemies to take him hostage? So he shook his head and decided to clean up the mess with the mask.

"Okay! Saekma will soon lead the Hao Mundos. Let's get rid of the bodies."

"But when do you exchange kites with sakma?”

The telephone suddenly hardened its expression.

And spoke cautiously, lowering his voice.

"I hate big guys, but he's trying to get bigger than me. "You don't exchange connections, you just show up on your own."

"I can hear you all. You bastard!"

Yi Hwon relaxed towards the Dan River.

When I reached the riverside, I saw a ferryboat.

"Detailed guy."

Lee Hwon got on the ferry after giggling.

No boatmen, no oars.

One ferryboat went on as if someone was pushing it.

On the other hand, the opponent was in the lead, and there was an old man rowing behind. At first glance, the relationship between the two was unusual. A mysterious man made all this up, and thousands of people died. Hana The old man rowing was just laid back. He moved slowly with a smile around his mouth, as if he were happy to row.

The ship, which had gone through dozens of pages, stopped slowly.

Lee Hwon scanned his opponent's face.

Looking at the eye and facing the wrinkles were different.

a pole-shaped figure reaching the size of an arm

red-blooded eyes

The hair, on the other hand, was neat as if someone had brushed it.

The clothes are worn out to the point where it is ambiguous to call them clothes or uniforms. However, the sword in his arms was so pale that it looked like a sword of a Ming family.

That's how the conclusion was easily drawn.

"Chukyongno-do."

"I won't discuss disrespect."

It was quite a fastidious attitude, but I don't deny it.

However, he was surprised.

As the Chukyongnoedo extended his hand behind his sword, the old man handed over the bottle. Then he skillfully pulled out the cap and threw it to Lee Hwon.

A drinker is welcome anytime, anywhere.

Lee Hwon tilted the bottle.

The stinging energy along with the pungent aroma stimulated the esophagus.

Poison()

It tastes like alcohol to spit out what is in your mouth.

Now, alcohol itself was a refreshing taste for Lee Hwon.

"It's the right thing to do, but I won't give you any compliments.”

As much as the words that come are not good, the words that go are not good.

But the chuk-hong-no-do leaned the bottle like a man out for a drink. Was the scene disturbing? The old man who was rowing continued.

"The death penalty did not take the antidote."

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"As long as it tastes good, it's no problem."

"Are you all right?"

"It wasn't bad.”

After nodding his head, Chukhyongno sat down.

The two ships were in contact.

When Lee Hwon also put his butt on the opposite side, the old man talked to him.

"A long time ago there was a liquor made by dipping Chilchae Odusa. I made it because it was so good. It didn't taste like that. So I soaked it again leaving my venomous tooth behind. It tasted like that. Thus, the poison was gradually increased. And when Chilchae Odusa died under the influence of alcohol, I found it most fragrant."

"Let me remember."

The two did not discuss the blood death of today.

However, he did not even discuss Shinma's deep-seated interests.

Just like a friend we met after a long time, we just throw the main topics into each other.

Finally, the old man who was rowing stepped out.

"I am Norongundo, the last disciple of the Hyeongsan faction."

The old man with a white beard bent over himself and used honorifics. Lee Hwon did not care about the labor force. The Noryong Islands added a horse after rinsing its mouth with tea water.

"It looks like we're going to Hyungsan. Is that right?”

Lee Hwon nodded assent.

"Now, it is not a world of political factions. After the death of the Hyeongsan faction, all kinds of Sima extramarital affairs were gathered, and the black spots and the astigmatism were ruined."

In the south of the Janggang River, unlike in the north of the Gang, Samahoedo was called Yeon.

In other words, the majority of the thousands of fighters who attacked the sponsorship of Byulwangru were Samaudo. As the position was free from the influence of the Moorimists, the more brutal the southward they would be.

"You didn't come here to do that.”

The Noryong Islands blushed at Lee Hwon's words and tried to add words. Hana Chok-yong-no-do shook her hand and stopped talking, and soon she uttered a calm word.

"True life line."

Two letters, "Jinsaeng Ilseon," were enough.

It's the heart and soul of Shinma.

However, when the line was made, the meaning of life was significant.

"Mansae Man-jeon, Ten-Jeon-Jin-Gong, Intangible Jin-Gi, Celestial Bureaucracy, Kang-Lim Confusion, and Chunchong Dialogue."

Lee Hwon's reply narrowed the gap between his eyebrows.

Then he handed over an unexpected remark.

"You're short of one.”

This was really unexpected.

"Is it a reenactment?"

Chukhyongno-do nodded instead of answering.

'Right, that's the only way to know.’

Yi Hwon learned a lot of truths through his return, and he was exposed to the occult through the confession of a manga lover. That's why I knew the ending and was able to trace back the cause. Perhaps the Chukyongnoedo went back that way and examined Yi Hwon's exploits.

It's ridiculous to say, "It's only now that we've reached 10,000."’

In other words, the survivors of the masterpiece and some of the masters of transcendence might have guessed. Otherwise, Lee's rapid growth and overwhelming ignorance could not be explained.

You'll expect to learn something more.

And didn't the Manga Chug meet Lee Hwon and discuss the top game? So, as anyone else might have guessed, the scumbag must be certain.

However, he had to lose his composure in a moment when he said, "I had to lose my composure."

"There were eight signs around him when he spoke. Thickness and fierce energy spread from the top of the valley. "The turbid energy was like a horse, so it would be a Gangrim wedding, and are you the heir of the fierce energy?"

Lee Hwon blinked.

Didn't the M.E. and the conch, and the mama and the devil, all in one voice? The strongest was Namgoongcheonun of Namgoong Sega, and the most active was Manga Chuga, and the shamanic sword, Shogalak, and Shukyo were far below. However, Chukyongnodo was so strong that he even noticed the hidden traces of the Palhwangmudo zone.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to answer."

This was not the time to be hasty.

For the first time since his return, he was speechless, and his head was complicated.

So I could only find a way to respond quickly according to the other person's reaction. Fortunately, the Axis and Loans were neither hostile nor willing to take advantage.

"I asked you to clean up for me because there were a lot of people hanging around on the way to you. And since you've been willing to do it, I'd like to give you some advice."

"Let's hear it."

Chukhyongno-do spoke in a calm tone after a long period of subsidence.

"Don't spread the innermost thoughts of the Shinma any more."

It wasn't just personal greed.

"What do you mean?"

"The more widespread the spirituality of the gods spreads, the more likely they will be."

Lee Hwon seemed to have heard the answer as soon as he blurted out his words.

Sure enough, the backbiting was exactly what I expected.

"New Milese."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun