episode_0426

Inside a square, well-carved cave.

There was a young man sitting on a huge chair carved out of stone against the wall.

The young man’s nickname is ‘Siximmagun.’

According to himself and his subordinates, he was an old young man who was also called the King of Enquiries.

“The Blood Demon has slowly been completed, right? Hey, monster year, connect that baby.#◦

“That bastard… … ? Ugh, if it’s the bastard that the Demon King calls that bastard, ah! I will contact the owner. Ah, Sahee, is that bastard there?”

“No no no! Hey, not Lord Hoe! This bitch is trying to kill someone.”

“If not Lord Huai, then Emperor Geotap? Ah, Dong-il, is that bastard there?”

“Not the Emperor of Geotap! When did I contact that bastard?”

“Let’s just say it’s that bastard. How do I know? ah. I guess he’s that lone bastard. Hey Cheonje, that bastard over there is Reveal-”

In winter, a precious golden apple flies through the sky, hits a woman’s solar plexus, and shatters into pieces.

Even then, I’m exhausted from the remaining strength! The woman flew and hit the stone wall violently and fell.

A large cloud of dust rose up.

However, as if nothing was wrong, the woman bravely raised her upper body and sat down on her back with her legs straight.

“Because of this, I have no motivation. I am someone who will always help the Demon King, and I am not his subordinate, right?”

“What are people doing on the subject of monster years. Don’t pretend like you don’t know on purpose and that I don’t know this damn thing?”

“You usually call all men that bastard. The bass is so stupid that it can’t tell the difference.”

“That’s it. Call me Bangga.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll call you Bangga. Hey, Langrang. Is there a guy there?”

The woman sat silently.

The answer is that it is not that far away.

“I heard that guy Banga is dead?”

Siksimmagun was surprised.

“What!? why? who? What happens to blood demons?”

“ In shock, his puffy buttocks rose about a inch from the throne. ‘What. why. who. What happens to the blood demon?’”

“I told you to stop talking like that. Even if this monster bitch makes fun of people-.”

“ Grinding the ugly teeth. ‘I told you to get off that damn horse. Even if this beautiful and lovely woman makes fun of people.’”

“Ha… … . Don’t say anything.”

“Secretary Bang was beaten while trying to molest a woman, and was later stabbed to death by Wang Woo, the former general of the Salwol faction and the current head of the clan. Regarding blood ghosts, I will tell you Lang Lang’s answer as is.”

The woman clears her throat and manages to imitate Lang Lang’s emotionless voice.

“’Bon Lang Lang doesn’t know about blood demons, and he doesn’t want to know. And Bon Lang Lang also agrees with Magun’s opinion that poached eggs are beautiful and lovely.’ As expected, Lang Lang! It’s just Lang Lang! I’m impressed! Absolutely moving!”

“These monster bitches are having a lot of fun! So what does it mean that Blood Demon is complete!? If you don’t know, you should find out!”

“He smacked the wrinkles on his face again, saying, ‘You precious women. Does this mean that the Blood Demon has been completed? What is? If you don’t know, please find out and then tell me your opinion.’”

The woman, Suran, asks alone and answers alone.

“’The mission that Bon Langrang has been entrusted with is to serve as escort and liaison for Master Bang. I would like to inform you that I, Langrang, have no obligation to obey the orders or requests of the Demon Lord.’”

Shiksimma-kun’s expression became distorted.

“Where can you find such irresponsible words? Do you think I will listen to you if I ask you directly?”

“Demon King. When he asks us to do something, he doesn’t do it for free, right? ah. How kind you are. He is so warm to failed failures like us.”

“Ha. okay. Please pay the price?”

“In return for this incident, he gave me a big hug for an hour. And he just stroked my head and put his lips on my cheek, like, wow, what should I do? I’m embarrassed.”

“Not a seven-year-old kid.”

“Also, for your information, Rangrang said that if you kneel down and pray earnestly, he will listen.”

Mr. Shiksimma was dumbfounded and asked back.

The monster that will listen if you kneel down and beg for it is currently carrying out its mission.

Doesn’t that mean he really got down on his knees and prayed?

“No, not some kids. I can’t even eat the jiangshi I made, so I’m just pampering them pitifully. under. This is ridiculous. Well, if you monsters wanted to, you could rip that weak girl to death with just your fingers.”

At those words, Suran smiled deeply and made a very open expression of suspicion.

“What I mean is, we all have different wants. The Demon King can’t pay me back, because I don’t want anything from the Demon King? If it’s Lang Lang, if you go there in person, get down on your knees, and pray earnestly, maybe they’ll listen?”

The King of Greed snorts at that.

“That’s it. Tell that monster. Even if it is a failed blood demon, if its existence is discovered, it will be a huge hindrance to the great cause of the religion. If you don’t want to see the blame passed on to some bitch, get rid of those failures right away.”

“Wow. Be heartless too. Even though I am a failure, He embraces me with overflowing love. Lord Demon Lord, how can a person do that? Don’t you know that you are responsible?”

“Hehe, monster bitch. The responsibility falls on the weak. The strong don’t have to take responsibility for anything. If that bitch was as strong as Lord Hoe, would she even pretend to take care of you monsters?”

“He must have been warm though.”

“Okay. If you don’t want to see the bitch you love so terribly suffer, tell that monster to get rid of the failures right away.”

Suran blinks his eyes at him.

And after a while, he gives an answer.

“’I understand. Bon Lang Lang will give it serious consideration. Did this happen? You mean Bon Lang Lang? Lang Lang is having a heart-to-heart conversation with a colleague somewhere in the world. That’s not it. Not an imaginary friend. And not a friend, but a colleague. It’s not that Bon Lang Lang doesn’t have friends, he just doesn’t need them. hmm? You mean you and Lang Lang?’ They say so? too bad. Out of curiosity, I just hung up there. Does Lang Lang have a friend?”

The Demon King shook his head approvingly.

“There’s no need to talk about something you’re not curious about. Anyway, the monster said he would deal with it, right?”

“They say they tried hard. Oh, by the way. Maybe the devil.”

“No work.”

Suran is crying.

“I haven’t even told you yet.”

“Aren’t you asking me to be your friend? Would I be friends with a monster bitch like you? It sounds like a no-brainer.”

“Hmph. I don’t need it either, right? I don’t make friends with trash without any sense of responsibility. It’s fun. Hmph.”

At that, the blood on the Demon King’s forehead throbbed.

—-

Although he heard about the unfortunate situation from Brother Cho, what can I say, Lang Lang feels something uneasy about it.

When I think about it carefully, I think it’s because of the facial expression.

Gunyeong, a defective bamboo girl, only had faint expressions of emotion, but was not completely expressionless.

When he eats something delicious, his lips rise, and when there is no soup on the table, his eyebrows droop slightly and look sad. When it’s hot, he sweats, but he looks at Cheong with an earnest expression, like he’s looking at some kind of dog treat.

Well, now that I think about it, I miss Gu Ning too.

Anyway, what about Lang Lang?

As he said, his emotional state prevented him from moving his facial muscles.

He has no facial expression, not even a single movement.

There is an eerie aspect to it, as if it is not human.

Even in my hometown, I may or may not have heard that people become like that when they are shocked.

Was it something that just happened in stories?

Or are there really cases where heartache comes out that way?

However, no matter how hard I try, there is no way to find out about the facts of my hometown.

but.

I woke up early in the morning to the sound of a conversation in a unique, inorganic voice, and when I came out, it seemed like Lang Lang was talking to someone.

Who are you with at this time of night? When I came out, I found Lang Lang sitting on the floor and muttering to himself.

“Lang Lang? Who are you talking to?”

And then, oh my god.

Isn’t it that I was having a heart-to-heart conversation with a colleague who exists somewhere in the world?

“Uh… … , like an imaginary friend.”

“Not an imaginary friend. And not a friend, but a colleague. It’s not that Bon Lang Lang doesn’t have friends, he just doesn’t need them.”

It’s an excuse that makes you feel like crying.

Well, how much pain must it have been for him to survive alone after his entire family died.

Originally, Cheong is weak to good people, and it becomes even weaker when it comes to the elderly.

Especially to a good person with a sick heart, Cheong was a person who could be as warm as briquettes.

“I used my generous heart. Then I will be your friend. Are we friends now? Am I giving up?”

“You and Lang Lang? How on earth is Lang Lang popular? Lang Lang is a demonic woman. If you truly want to be my friend, get down on your knees and beg for me, I will give you an unprecedented opportunity to rise in status from acquaintance to friend level. This is an opportunity you will never have again in your life, Cheonhwageom.”

“That’s my heart. In my mind, I’ve already upgraded it to friend level, so it’s up to you to upgrade or lower it on your own.”

Then Lang Lang’s eyebrows went up, down, up and down.

“What, it moved?”

“Rang Lang only has a problem with the process of connecting emotions to facial expressions, and is not paralyzed in the facial muscles. Lang Lang’s facial muscles are at his disposal.”

“Aren’t you saying you can make facial expressions? Then make some facial expressions.”

“How does Cheonhwageom breathe? When do you swallow your saliva? Where do you place your tongue? What should be the position of the jaw and how should the teeth fit together? When and how many times do you blink?”

“eng. Mistress.”

Oh no. I was hit.

I realized that Qing had been the victim of a wicked and mean trick.

Breathing, the position of the tongue and jaw, and swallowing are all things you can do comfortably and naturally if you put your mind to it.

However, once you start paying attention, from then on, you will try to control it with your conscious mind, and it will become uncomfortable and uncomfortable no matter what.

“Rang Lang has that exact expression on his face. Even with Lang Lang’s objectively outstanding brain, it would be impossible to look at all the reactions and make an appropriate expression.”

“Uh… … . Did I make a mistake?”

“If Langrang had a tendency to be pessimistic about his current state of not being able to express himself, I would say that his remarks were insensitive enough to cause great heartache. Fortunately, Bon Lang Lang did not dwell on it, so he just gave an objective explanation.”

“Hmm. It’s okay, right?”

“In response to Cheonhwageom’s passionate request, I will register you as a friend candidate. Raising your friend level requires a very high level of dedication. Dedicate yourself to Bon Lang Lang. Lang Lang is currently desperately craving tangerines.”

“Really? You were a friend who liked tangerines.”

Cheong stands up and turns around.

“Cheonhwageom. The kitchen is not in that direction.”

“Huh? Are you going to sleep? Lang Lang, stop talking to your imaginary friend and go to sleep. All that remains is sleeping.”

“I strongly agree with that opinion. When Tianhe Sword falls asleep, who will bring Lang Lang’s tangerines? And who processes fruit that has low sugar content and is tasteless? Considering Cheonhwageom’s gluttony, how can we prove the hypothesis that tangerine peels can also be eaten deliciously?”

“Wouldn’t it be possible to go to the kitchen and ask?”

“The attitude is very poor. I’m out of friends. Please show respect and courtesy to Lang Lang again, Cheonhwageom.”

“I don’t like it? Even if I’m rejected as a friend to Lang Lang, I’m accepted as a friend to me, right? If you don’t like it, you can get down on your knees and beg, please don’t consider me a friend, and they will listen,”

Langrang applauds him.

“Is this the principle of Taegeuk? This was a move worthy of a divine dragon, and Lang Lang greatly improved his eyesight. I will give you one point for your friend.”

“What is your perfect score?”

“A perfect score of 10,000.”

In response, Cheong made a sound of wind escaping.

She’s just a little odd here and there, but I think she’s just a girl with a bad temper.