episode_0280

“F, there are twelve people.”

The coachman suddenly became very polite.

In Cheong’s opinion, it was truly satisfying.

After all, if you don’t have a beoljang hair, you have to have your head blown off to be polite.

By nature, manners and etiquette are characteristics that only appear in learned people.

Because manners and etiquette are learned.

Only uneducated idiots and imbeciles act rudely because they think it makes them look strong. However, in reality, it is not an act of appearing strong, but rather an action that appears to have no love and father.

However, because there was no compulsory education in the central school, there were many people who could not learn.

Therefore, in martial arts, the correction was simple and quick by holding a knife under the neck.

like this.

“Twelve. hmm. It’s a bit disappointing. Is that all?”

“Yes, four!”

The coachman’s eyesight went dark!

If you feel disappointed even after hearing that there are twelve more, then a cilantro is not just a cilantro.

Damn it, I regret it belatedly that I should have recognized her when she said her beauty wasn’t normal.

However, this is what the coachman was thinking when he committed the crime – Hey, I’m going to live like an insect anyway, but if I die once or twice, shouldn’t I crush a peerless beauty under my boat at least once before I die! do.

“But don’t you think this will only happen in a day or two? Was everyone fooled because they liked physiognomy?”

In fact, there were two more coachmen with higher levels of bad karma than him. What’s so bad about the coachmen, who are also human traffickers, robbers, and rapists?

However, they started out looking scary. If you entrust the coachman to a guy who looks like a criminal and end up in trouble, wouldn’t that be close to a natural death?

The reason I chose this guy was because he made such a good impression. Because in modern times, he had a kind and gentle face that seemed like he could go beyond knowing the Tao and even become the leader of a cult.

I need to get rid of this because it is a bastard that is perfect for creating innocent victims.

Looking at the bad karma, many victims have already suffered a grave loss, but we must prevent further suffering.

“ character. Shake it.”

“Yes, yes?”

“If the carriage shakes a little, the other kids will come and have some fun and rush in. Even if the coachman calls him, it’s obvious that he’ll think it’s suspicious and wonder why he’s not having fun on his own.”

“Then.”

“What are you doing without shaking? ruler. You think the bottom of the carriage is a pretty small horse, don’t you get your bearings quickly?”

The blue blade turned black. And on the completely black body of the Moonlight Sword (No. 8), disgusting eyes emerge.

As I reached my peak, I was able to melt and handle Pacheon Magi a little more.

It’s a rare skill that can’t be used when someone is watching anyway, so if you use it first when no one is looking, you can use your internal energy frugally.

The coachman froze at the sight of that ferocious appearance.

“No. Who is so hesitant to sleep with a woman? What punishment is there? Lie down and stretch out? The bottom of the carriage is of peerless beauty?”

The coachman then throws the lead porridge on the floor.

Then it bounces up and down.

“Mrs.”

The blue blade sharpens. The coachman’s ears were separated from top to bottom and he fell to the floor.

However, once the blade is stuck in the side of the head, there is no scream of pain.

“Heo Eok.”

“Do it right. properly. If you’re having sex with a peerless beauty, are you just going to stick it in and shake it? You have to kiss first. While actively using the tongue. Don’t you know what I’m saying?”

“Yes, four!”

The coachman gained enlightenment again.

You didn’t just get caught by a master, you ended up getting caught by a truly crazy master.

The coachman put his life on the line, biting, sucking, and sweeping the dirty floor of the carriage with his hands and making a fuss.

“heehee.”

Cheong looked at that and laughed.

“It seems like you’re putting too much force into the caress, but aren’t you pushing hard? So that the carriage turns over.”

“Yes, yes!”

And so, squeak after squeak, the carriage begins to shake.

Once it gains momentum and moves, the amplitude becomes faster and larger.

The carriage made a creaking, twisting sound due to the coachman’s all-out effort and cursed at the damn passengers.

Then, voices rushing through the rain to Cheong’s ears.

-This guy is having so much fun, the carriage is going to fall over.

-Didn’t you see what kind of bitch you are? I’ve already taken a step back.

– Why did the crazy guy take it out already? All you have to do is collect whatever spills inside, put it in neatly, and close the cap tightly, otherwise you will end up crying and making a fuss.

hmm. execution.

The office quickly made a ruling.

And finally, the carriage door bursts open.

“Hey, if you want to have fun, let’s watch it together. Hmm?”

“Of course. If I share joy, it’s doubled, if I share sadness, it’s halved, and if I share pain, it’s fun for me. I used to make people wait. ruler! Bread!”

Cheong shouted, kicking the solar plexus of the man hanging on the entrance of the carriage with the sole of his foot.

Men tangled in it and pouring out.

Cheong lightly sits down on top of him and clucks, hehe. First, take one ankle.

First, you need to aim for the feet so they can’t escape.

The ankle is twenty-four, but in reality, only half that much is needed.

So, Cheong tramples, kicks, oh, oh, lightly cuts with the sword, and the tendon pops, wow, the taste of the hand.

The quick-witted guy turned his back, so the iron hairpin girl flew away. The hairpin was stuck in my ankle, leaving only the hairpin’s head.

The unexpected surprise attack had caught him off guard to the point where he had already loosened his belt, and the guy who looked like a leader had already fallen down with his body on his back.

Moreover, heavy rain is a friend that blocks the view, and dark clouds make the day dark.

As the Chojeolcheong Chojeolcheong rampaged, it lightly stepped on the ankles that had been walking, resulting in a mass outbreak of what were now ankles.

But is a bad guy really a bad guy?

With a quick judgment of the situation, the backs of Cheong’s hairpins were seen running around one after another, and they flew again, and again, and again, and so on, until even the last hairpin was caught in Cheong’s hands.

Her long hair, which she usually ties up, falls down in the rain and hangs heavily behind her knees.

It was my teacher’s order to grow my shiny black hair and not cut it, as it would be a waste to cut it.

Fortunately, the last hairpin did not fly into the sky, and fortunately, none of them ran away, and all of them rolled in the mud while holding onto their ankles.

Cheong grabbed a bunch of hair, tied it in a knot on one side, and skillfully finished with the remaining hair.

And then, one, two, three… … Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, ten, five!

what? There are three more guys?

Did you lie to me?

Of course, if it’s a happy lie like this, you can be punished even more.

However, that does not mean we can turn a blind eye to the sin of daring to deceive Chojeolcheong.

“Mr. coachman. Twelve? There are fifteen.”

“Wow, how, already.”

“ character. Let me explain. How come there are three more? Can’t you count numbers?”

“Well, that can’t be possible. There are definitely twelve.”

“What, are you saying I lied? Now, go and count it.”

“Ugh! Now, wait!”

Cheong grabbed the coachman by the ankles, swept the floor, and threw him outside.

The floor was so muddy that the driver, who was literally struggling through the puddle with a splashing sound, barely managed to raise his upper body and wipe his face.

In conclusion, the coachman did not deceive the Qing!

They say he can crush a peerless beauty, so three more friends were brought in through the close friendship between criminals.

hmm. I need to send you off in good terms so that that strong friendship continues even after you go to the afterlife.

Anyway, the coachman told me honestly what he knew. However, even an honest attitude is enough to deceive people.

“Then what do you do? The person who was deceived is here. In conclusion, since I was deceived, it is true that the coachman was deceived, right? yes. Death penalty.”

“Now, wait!”

“Stop yelling already. Because there is still a lot of time left to scream. If you’re hoarse and panting, the listener will also feel faint, so you have to scream loudly for a long time. So, please control your pace and pace well.”

What is the difference between Geomgi and Geomgang?

I’m also really curious, so from now on, I’ll try to explore it through practice.

So, I alternately compared the sword and sword techniques for all movements that could be done with a blade, such as stabbing, cutting, raw fish, cutting bones, peeling the flesh, peeling off the skin, cutting things out, etc.

This can be said to be the passionate training of a great martial artist to find the fundamental difference between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

The sword cuts well.

But the sword is just cut off!

If you say that Geomchi felt like a swoosh, a swoosh, then Geomgang felt like a shock.

First of all, the taste of the hand is the victory of sword energy.

The blade is so sharp that I don’t really feel anything touching it.

The company, or rather the Cheong, was disappointed.

In fact, when you have high expectations of something, it is not easy to have those expectations met with sufficient satisfaction.

So, Cheong’s feelings after writing Geomgang were also like that.

This is why you should not use a strong fishing rod (a type of fishing rod) even though it may break.

If you catch a fish by attaching a large, well-toothed reel to a strong and stiff fishing rod, it will come up as soon as you turn it without much effort.

But who goes fishing to catch fish?

In that case, it would be better to just sweep them away with a dragnet.

In that respect, it could be said that Geomgi is a fishing rod and Geomgang is a net pulled by a fishing boat.

It is excellent and faithful to its original purpose of catching fish, but it lacks the energy to enjoy it, so it just loses its energy as if it is working.

However, when combined with the martial arts spirit, surprisingly magical feats were possible.

Through sword training, Cheong used the sharp celadon sword as if it were his own fingers.

And Muyeongsinsu is a magician who uses his secret pickpocketing skills to dig in and commit theft while maintaining a distance that seems almost out of reach.

So, adjust the distance a little differently, put it closer together, for example, go all the way up the skin, about between the muscle and the skin.

But what can you do with thinly sliced human skin?

If you use this as paper and blood as ink to write a book on magic, you might come across something great in the future.

Cheong didn’t know anything about Gangseojutsu, so unfortunately, it’s a future that won’t happen.

So, as Cheong enjoyed his hobby to his heart’s content, the only one left was the coachman.

Cheong smiled weakly and slowly approached the coachman, one step at a time.

And then a thought suddenly occurred to me.

what. what? I said I shouldn’t kill him,

I used to think that way. Why did you do that?

Why did you try to save me? Was there a reason for that?

Cheong reflected on his thoughts carefully.

The bottom line is, hmm! I don’t know!

I was trying to kill him in some ingenious way, but I guess I forgot.

When Cheong approached with a calm mind, the coachman had already lost his mind.

That’s because, like a demon, he was smiling widely with his torn mouth, and I could clearly see him dismantling people into pieces.

It even falls down suddenly from time to time, causing violent but thin convulsions and rolling in the mud, which is because its shape no longer resembles that of a human.

Even if I had kept my wits about me, I wouldn’t have been able to run away.

There were holes in both my feet, and my shins were broken when I fell from the carriage.

Seeing the coachman’s face looking up at me blankly, Cheong clicked his tongue and ended up with a small horse attack, a hand digging into my skin from below the solar plexus and squeezing my heart.

and! Now this is mine!

I can do whatever I want!

I can control this damn heart!

I am in control!

Like a surgeon using his last resort, Cheong squeezed the heart and forced the blood to circulate.

When I tripled my heart rate, blood began to seep out of every hole in my body.

Blood pressure is forced to soar, causing blood vessels throughout the body to burst at once.

The whites of my eyes, where all the veins have burst, are swollen red. Oh, what is it? It turns red at three times the speed? What is this principle?

And then, finally, the very moment, that moment, really that brief moment, when a thinly connected thing turns into a dead thing.