episode_0458

Jang Soo-hwa looks betrayed.

“He saved my life… … ”

“No, I’m just asking.”

Jang Soo-hwa rolled her eyes.

Because it’s something you usually say when you’re talking to your younger brothers.

It’s okay, so tell me, there’s no end to me?

hmm. I see

But why did you do that? Don’t you know it’s wrong?

No, you’re just asking?

Why did you do that when you knew it was wrong?

“I just took orders… … ”

“Ah. Command. Good command.”

Cheong chuckles.

Is it okay to just kill someone if you are ordered to do so?

So who on earth should pay the price for evil deeds caused by orders?

The one who gave orders?

So, is the group guiltless as long as they get rid of the person who gave the order?

So, what do group members do?

Enjoy the good things and avoid responsibility?

This is a truly difficult problem.

But at a time like this, wouldn’t bad karma be floating around like crazy?

The red number encourages Cheong to say that this bastard is going to kill him.

“Well, then, now I… … ”

“Good. A promise is a promise.”

After Cheong withdraws his sword, Jang Su-hwa finally takes his hand away from his neck and sighs in relief.

As I moved my hand away, a pore appeared in my throat, so I couldn’t sigh.

Then, Cheong raises his sword and points to the rustling stream over there.

From Cheong’s point of view, he is a nameless henchman and a lecher.

“Oh, but do you see him over there? Is he dead or alive? Anyway, as long as you don’t die, you’re alive, right?”

“… … !”

Jang Su-hwa tried to shout urgently, but he seemed to have forgotten again that he should cover his throat before speaking.

Cheong shows off his white teeth.

The canines are straight, prominent teeth.

Roughly, the ratio of female warriors among political factions is about three to one to four to one.

Seomun Surin reacted to this with fire.

When recruiting new disciples, they always select men, not women.

So, when it comes to female martial artists, in most cases, the daughter of a martial artist naturally learned martial arts from a young age.

Since women are not chosen even if they are excellent warriors, isn’t martial arts being controlled by men?

Therefore, the responsibility of a disciple is enormous.

The future of the entire martial arts world and female warriors depends on the disciple.

If the disciple becomes the best person in the world and makes his name shine, the martial arts world will no longer look down on women!

But to Cheong, it is not very persuasive.

hmm. Master. That’s a bit much.

It’s not that they don’t hire women, it’s that women don’t apply.

It’s not just about dragging a log and measuring a few push-ups, it’s all about having all the elders come out to look at martial artists, evaluate their muscles, and measure their tenacity. Is there a sect that hires men but not women?

However, there is no reason to refute Master Cheong’s theory of the world by women and for women.

Even if the basis is leaps and bounds, distortion, and propaganda, the conclusion is ultimately correct.

If the best person in the world were a woman, the number of women interested in martial arts would increase significantly.

No matter what the process is, doesn’t it just have to be the right answer?

The statistics on the ratio of female to unmanned sects are even more miserable in the case of the four sects.

At least the political factions are three to four to one, what about the four factions?

Female warriors are rare in Sapa.

First of all, the atmosphere of Sapa is like that.

Sapa sees his younger brother as a convenient servant, slave, and toy to kill his time.

If you have the brains to know what kind of dirty things you will see if you go there.

So, here’s what happens when a whole bunch of bad boys rob a town.

The man dies and the woman soon follows, although she lives longer than him.

‘I didn’t kill them all. We don’t just kill people, we only cut down those who resist and store the remaining bitches in a warehouse, or rather, take them away.’

Have you ever seen Cheong look dirty once or twice?

Those who resist are cut down and the remaining bitches are left behind.

They call it an excuse and their sincerity is revealed because they are in a hurry.

They cut down men and, well, kill women.

Don’t crush your tongue though.

Cheong reflected.

It’s not that you regret the act of biting your tongue.

Rather, the process and method were wrong.

The tongue should have been cut with a knife.

I regret having to crush it with my hands.

Cheong’s eyes, reflecting on his actions, are as blue as the sky after a typhoon.

At some point, he began to feel repulsed by the thrill of killing a villain.

Therefore, this was also the reason why the Qing’s methods became increasingly simple.

Like before, I couldn’t enjoy it by slowly knitting each piece one by one, thinking, “Wow, that’s great, I’ve met a killer,” and taking my time.

Just squeeze it and crush it, or pull out the bone and throw it away.

There is no substitute for crushing bones.

If you just break it, it can be reattached later, so if you want to make it remain an asshole forever, you have to crush it so that the bones cannot fit together.

However, they are people for whom a comfortable death is too luxurious to kill with a single sword.

So Cheong’s method becomes simpler.

Or indirectly cause harm, such as burning a blanket roll.

It can be said that the pleasure killer is a healthy person who refrains from pleasure.

But I couldn’t bear it just now.

Now that I know that I can close a hole in my throat, I have to cut out my tongue to close my mouth.

Forcibly opening the jaw and holding the tongue.

The feeling of crushing the slippery but hard muscle mass, the jaw desperately closing, the teeth pressing against the skin… … .

How can a beautiful demon of a small number of demons be called one of the ten greatest demons in the world when he barely has any teeth?

It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper taste.

And when I came to my senses, I was holding my tongue attached to the root in my hand.

This is because Sapa No. 1, lying on the floor, was plucked alive.

So Cheong has no choice but to regret it.

I should have just cut it cleanly with a knife.

But, I really couldn’t stand it.

That feeling of being torn apart.

Lady, it’s really going to spin.

But still, it was awesome… … .

However, Cheong’s few strengths, his easy-going personality that quickly lets go of past events, soon shine through.

But why is my body so limp?

I feel like I’m already exhausted even though I haven’t done anything.

Anyway, there are a few people in the village, right?

Kangpaecheon made quite a lot of investment to win the magic attack.

First level, no, what is first level?

The first generation is eleven, the second generation is twenty-one, and the third generation is thirty-seven. There are three elders.

And there’s even a guy named Socheonju Kang Sak-moon.

Kang Pae-cheon is not the lord of the mun, but the lord of heaven, and his son is called Socheon-ju because he is the successor.

Thanks to this, I also gained the useless knowledge that the river in Gangpaecheon was the river of Munju’s surname.

However, Kang Sak-moon set up a luxurious residence in the village chief’s house and then went to sleep after playing.

It was truly behavior worthy of Sapa’s successor.

To be worthy of becoming the owner of Sapa, you have to live alone and manipulate your younger brothers with your fingers.

Anyway, now that Socheonju has settled in, even the guy who farts in Kangpaecheon cannot dare to be lazy.

After everyone climbed the mountain to find the shrine, the only ones left in the village were Kang Sak-mun and his two great disciples, known as his right arm and left arm.

And the six disciples of Ewha University held the line and defended the base while others climbed the mountain, to be exact, lying down and sucking honey.

Of course, they will laugh and protest, asking how difficult it is to work as a guard in three shifts.

It used to be six, but now it’s four.

Who are the three greatest disciples?

I’m going to have to get lost somewhere and get on the mountain right away and come to Yeongcho or even a small place.

The three generations dare to talk about base defense?

Why don’t we come together below me and above you?

There is no need to count the first-class, first-class, one Hwa-gyeong, one transcendental, and three peaks, right?

It is even said that the successor is only the peak, and the transcendent peak is the right hand man.

Cheong is calculating.

I can just clean it up quickly.

Hwa-gyeong: Well, Master is probably already inside.

If you go to the extreme (omitted) and even have a teacher, how can you be a match for something like a painting?

It was then.

“bastard! Who are you?”

A roaring roar filled with energy.

The sound of weapons clashing fiercely does not usually carry momentum.

Cheong immediately realized the situation.

Clash of Hwagyeong masters!

Cheong climbs over the wall in one step.

Jin Jang-myeong and Mo Yong-juhui are lying face down under the western bushes, waiting for a signal.

I was told that if there was a commotion, the two of us should climb over the fence together.

But when does that noise start?

Jin Jangmyeong thought.

It’s so awkward I’m dying. When will your sister come?

Mo Yong-Juhee also thought.

It’s so awkward, kid.

The old Mo Yong-Juhee would have ended up like that.

There are many women who want to become friends with Geomhwa, and he always talks to her first to please her, so if she is a bitch with big breasts, he will scold her, but if she is not, he will be happy to see her as a friend.

But now, Mo Yong Ju-hee is no longer the childish and strange bitch she was back then.

I also apologized to the members of the Phoenix Society, saying I was sorry for behaving badly to each and every one of them.

I also reached out to loners who couldn’t fit in and extended my hand first.

Thanks to this, the Phoenix Society generally accepted that people had suddenly become human.

Now that Jinseol is away, some people are wondering if he is doing politics properly at this time.

Still, Mo Yong-juhui didn’t care.

I think it’s all karma.

Therefore, Mo Yong-juhui no longer hesitates to speak first.

“Hey, did you say Jangmyeong?”

“Unyeon. He also told me to chat under a pseudonym.”

“Yes. Well, the preface, or rather, the introduction, um.”

Mo Yong Ju-hee cannot bear to continue speaking.

Even an alias is an alias. I’m going to use the name of someone I know, and besides, wouldn’t I be a traitor to a blood cult?

No matter how much of an alias it is, it is impossible to call it that, so Mo Yong-joo changes its name.

“You said that Sojeo is your younger brother.”

“What is Sojeo? You are strange.”

Being small is rude.

But this is the true nature of Jin Jang-myeong.

Wasn’t there a precedent for giving food and being scolded at the first meeting in Cheongdo?

A tendon rises slightly on Mo Yong-juhui’s forehead.

“Soje saved me before, but actually, I am more grateful than that. So I decided to call him Sojeoni.”

“Still, it’s strange.”

“What? You call Confucius “Confucius,” but why can’t you call Sojeo “Sojeonim”?”

“Huh?”

What about Jin Jang-myeong? Does this make sense?

“Well, Sojeo, how are you usually? I’m sure you devote yourself to training all day, right? So, even with the body of a woman, she became the youngest person to eat it at the highest peak.”

“uh.”

“Did something happen?”

“None.”

“Well, what kind of person is your godmother?”

“I don’t know either.”

If the other person is not willing to talk, talking first will not lead to conversation.

This kid… … !

Mo Yong Ju-hee also does not particularly regret his friendship with Jin Jang-myeong.

So just keep your mouth shut.

“Ah, my waist. This is more uncomfortable than I thought. Sojeo must have had a hard time too.”

Yes. Fake breasts are very uncomfortable.

First of all, Mo Yong Ju-hui is treated like a precious treasure, so even when lying face down, you have to bend your back as hard as possible and support your weight with your forearms for fear of being pressed or bursting if pressed.

That’s not all, it’s heavier than I thought, so the back of my neck, where the strap is attached, is very stiff and painful.

And it is a material that feels somewhat sticky and is not breathable at all.

Even though I only wore it for half a day, the unpleasant experience of sweat forming on my chest and dripping down one by one continued.

It’s because the intention is much heavier than the real thing.

Jin Jang-myeong’s ears perked up at that.

“Are you uncomfortable? Are you having a hard time?”

“It makes me feel like this, but it’s not real anyway. It’s definitely heavy, and since it’s swinging around, there’s more weight on it. You can’t even see under your feet. I have to step on the footwork, but how can Sojeo fly so quickly?”

Not being able to see beneath your feet was also a very fatal weakness.

Ordinary dancers walk and check under their feet moment by moment to determine whether there is danger or not.

Even if you look down moment by moment, you can’t see anything, so it’s embarrassing.

Of course, this is a weakness that people who were born tall are unaware of because they have never been able to see beneath their feet in the first place.

A person with three eyes from birth will see things differently than a person with two.

“Hmph. I still want to grow up.”

“Yes. so do i. I trained hard because I knew I would grow bigger when I reached the peak.”

Jin Jang-myeong’s eyes turn round at that.

“Really? Does it get bigger when it reaches its peak? I heard your sister’s is the same?”

“I believe so. It is said that a complete body transformation is made up of the most ideal body, so if I dream, if I dream of an ideal body, won’t I fit in with it?”

“Oh. how? What should I do?”

Jin Jang-myeong’s eyes are bright.

And in those eyes, Mo Yong-Juhee read a deep pain that was very familiar and therefore understandable.

And Jin Jang-myeong also noticed the pain in his eyes as he looked at me.

Oh, you too?

huh. me too.