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If you had to pick one word that Hangzhou people hate the most, what would it be?

This is Gangnam.

This is because Gangnam is a combination of Hangzhou, Suzhou, and the surrounding area.

However, Gangnam’s reputation comes entirely from Hangzhou.

It is claimed that the rest of Soju and others created the heinous word Gangnam in order to bury the reputation of Hangzhou, that is, to gain favor.

So the people of Hangzhou have no choice but to dislike the term Gangnam.

Of course-

The best entertainment district in the world and on earth.

This is acknowledged by everyone in the central region.

The most beautiful city in the world.

This is something that Magapara, a Western official who worked at the government roughly four hundred years ago, evaluated strictly from the perspective of a Westerner.

In Qing’s hometown, this western region of Magapara is called by the curly name Marco Polo.

Anyway, Hangzhou’s beauty is the best in the world.

It is a self-evident truth agreed upon by both Eastern and Western civilizations!

Is it just beautiful?

no.

Hangzhou’s population is as high as 1.3 million, making it one of the largest cities in the central plains.

So even if about 15 people disappear a day, it is very natural and no one suspects anything.

Originally, because of the influx of people, there were many people who didn’t care if it disappeared because they said that there would be tens of thousands of beggars on the side of the road.

In addition, Hangzhou is also the largest gambling city in the Central Plains, so hundreds of people hang out on the streets every day.

The population there is 1.3 million, but the administration of the Central Plains does not reach that level, so even if someone disappears, that’s it.

Who’s missing? What Yangmin?

this guy! If you try to solve such trivial matters one by one, you won’t have enough hands even if you don’t sleep, then how can you do the government’s work!

So even if someone disappears, you have to find them yourself.

What, Mr. Kim? Oh, I recognized that bastard from the time he used to hang out at the gambling den. He ran away at night.

What, Mr. Kim? What’s your name? Hey, what did Mr. Kim who we caught and sold last time say his name? Ah, fortunately not. No matter how much of a human race we are, wouldn’t it be a bit unfair to sell a friend of a friend of a family member?

So where is Mr. Kim?

“Gasp, gasp, gasp!”

“Ahh, great person… … !”

Surprisingly, they were having a good time deep underground somewhere in Hangzhou.

“Ugh!”

“Ah… … !”

As Mr. Kim’s body trembles, the eyes of the woman below sparkle mysteriously.

Originally, Bangjungsul is a Taoist technique that promotes coexistence by circulating each other’s energy through intercourse.

Some evil people have realized that monopolization is more efficient than coexistence, and they are monopolizing sex! It also developed into a witchcraft tactic to extort and steal people’s affection.

However, Ms. Kim’s positive energy did not go out and turned towards the sky again, so the woman’s method was not a trick to extort affection.

Rather, it is the original art of Taoism, where energy circulates with each other and fosters each other’s expeditions, and thus can be enjoyed infinitely without getting tired.

A time of warm pleasure passes.

How long has it been?

As Mr. Kim turns around, panting heavily, he pulls the woman’s head into his arms and expresses his satisfied affection.

Then, the woman’s hand gently caresses Kim’s solar plexus and heart area.

The woman’s fingertips move in a circle, and at one point they sneak down to smooth out her chubby upper abdomen, and at one point they shoot into the skin.

“Kkkk, it tickles, stop, ahhh.”

Mr. Kim’s laughter becomes a muffled scream that echoes through the underground chamber.

That’s right, anyone would have no choice but to scream if their hand was stuck in their stomach alive.

Mr. Kim starts a riot, pushing and hitting the woman.

However, the woman did not even pretend to be in pain, so she simply dug into her internal organs, groped for her, and finally grabbed her heart, which was pounding as if it was going to explode.

Then, he carefully cut the blood vessels with his long fingernails, and after a while, the intact heart came out in his hand.

“Off… … ”

The woman who took out the heart glances at Mr. Kim, who is biting the foam of blood, with indifferent eyes, and then walks out the iron gate.

Several scenes pass through the numerous iron doors lining the hallway and the half-span-sized window openings there.

The man and woman were clinging to each other, the scene of torture where their jaws were fixed and they were force-fed by pouring porridge on them. The person whose arms and legs were cut off was probably a warrior, judging by his uniform.

After passing through such a long hallway, at some point, the floor was made of white jade stone and the floor was covered with red fabric, and a huge door appeared at the end of it, which was as splendid as a palace.

“Disciple Yeonyul asks for Mahee.”

-come in.

When the woman opened the door and went inside, she saw a woman sitting on a throne in front of a huge tent embroidered with phoenixes.

It is a sight that will make people from the central region wonder if they have turned around.

Did the rebels who went crazy set up a royal palace underground?

This was entirely Siksimmagun’s preference.

Just by looking at the way he forces the blood cultists to call him the devil of greed, you can tell that he is a person with a strong taste.

Blood cultists are equally as scared, but are there even one or two crazy people in Blood Cultism?

He’s just a self-professed crazy person. In fact, I don’t know if he can be called crazy at all.

Still, if you don’t praise yourself in front of others, I would say you are very rational and crazy.

Anyway, so the devil.

And what about the devil’s daughter? Mahi!

Seopsimmahee flow rate.

Yuryang, holding the heart on a tray, picks it up with his hand, examines it, and then smiles in satisfaction.

“Good. It’s a product. Gulp.”

Then, he bites it, grabs it with both hands, and rips out the tough heart and eats it.

It was a very ravenous savage that could be seen with squishy eyes.

To anyone who sees it, it’s truly poor table manners, and it’s also a miserable sight that will make you click your tongue, wondering if there’s even an adult in that brat-headed family.

But I don’t care about the flow rate.

Courtesy is something that the weak show to the strong, and it was a virtue that Yuryang, whose father was the Demon King, did not need to keep in the first place.

The woman swallows her saliva and looks at her meal.

The look in his eyes is earnest, so if I were to interpret it, it seems like he is showing his will to give me a bite too.

Yuryang chuckled at that and took the last large piece with his finger.

The woman jumps towards the heart that flies in a parabola and catches it with her mouth.

“Ah, that’s right. He, you know. Cheonhwageom. Did you tell her that Odaese now has three children? I heard there is a jade giraffe there too?”

“I’m sorry, gulp, are you talking about Ok Kirin, the most handsome man in the world?”

“Yes. That jade giraffe. I don’t know how handsome you have to be, but if you look good, it’s really crazy. Aren’t you curious?”

“The girl is also curious.”

“Well, it’s still nothing compared to our Lord. I know that? He said that if we make the big deal happen this time, he will think about getting married. Wow. Am I getting married?”

They wave their legs on the large throne and let out cheers similar to squeals.

Except for the fact that her lower body is covered in blood from having her heart ripped out, you could properly call her a girl in love.

“Congratulations, mama.”

“Yes. huh. I didn’t know that I would benefit from my older sister.”

For a moment, the woman had to wonder who her older sister was.

That’s because not long ago, Yuryang was called a bitch with a strong voice, or a bitch with the smell of a rotting corpse, or that unpleasant bitch, etc.

Then, I was suddenly promoted to older sister, so it’s understandable that I can’t understand it.

Nie Shima-hee, Liu Liang smiles, but makes a request with a smile that is somewhat malicious.

“My marriage is at stake. So, don’t make mistakes and do well. If you don’t want your heart ripped out.”

—-

With the joining of Gongsun Yaoye, all of the Half-Blade Double Swords Association gathered together.

Changbin was originally a delinquent member with a disastrous participation rate, just by putting his name on it.

I don’t know if I can understand Changbin’s situation as he avoids women, probably because there are always women in the front yard of Mucheongak, but this bastard knows that women will prey on me.

I’ll have to throw it out later at a gathering of female members.

So, after a simple breakfast, Cheong took the lead and was about to leave Daeju Jeil Gaekjan Sinseongeoru –

however?

-Oh my gosh, I need you to shut up. A precious person is staying there, so you can pay homage to him?

-The answer is, no, if you don’t want to be given food or money, you should at least say what you want. What are you going to do now in front of someone else’s store?

-Are you listening? Oh, I’m really going to be amazed.

Couldn’t you hear the sound of someone, probably Jeomsoi, screaming from outside the guest room?

“eng. What’s going on?”

Then Gongsun Yaoye added an explanation.

“Ah. When I came in here, I saw a beggar lying crouched down next to the entrance to the guest house. However, I guess he was a martial arts person who couldn’t touch him and just begged him to go. I guess that’s still the case.”

“Ah. sister. That’s a technique that many beggars who have learned martial arts use. This is a method of disrupting business by lying openly at the entrance of a store. It is also a type of threat demanding food or money.”

“Ah. You know what. I also did it a few times, um. No.”

This is a method that I have used several times in Cheongdo.

Of course, it doesn’t interfere with business, just timidly wandering around when a party is held.

Is it true that good fortune runs away when evil spirits (plague ghosts) get in the way?

If I had bad luck, I would get beaten up, and if I happened to have good luck, I would scoop up a bowl of leftover food and pour it over.

Since the gourds were family property, they couldn’t have been handed over to the servants as they pleased, and it is understandable that they only threw away the food.

Still, isn’t it much more generous than using a stick?

hmm. Now that I think about it, they are really fucking bastards.

Since it’s Liaoning Province, if I ask Moyong Soje to pester him a little, he’ll probably pester him well.

Rather than using extreme measures such as killing or maiming, just moderately extorting property. Well, no.

Revenge is mine, I must do it.

Know that on the day when Shintu leaves, there will be no difference between the rich and the poor in the land of Geonpyeong.

We must achieve true redistribution of wealth.

When you see him not forgetting his grudge and pledging revenge, he has the spirit to do it on his own without relying on anyone else!

Now, I would say that Cheongdo is a decent midfielder.

“Hmm. Still, you can’t be rude when the guest is doing business well. What on earth are you doing?”

Cheong’s voice is sharp.

Beggars were long-time enemies of the Qing Dynasty, so beggars are not viewed favorably.

“Ma, no, Cheonhwageom. Don’t do that, my subordinates will take care of it, just wait a moment.”

“A. are you okay. It’s just because the thing I hate the most is learning martial arts. Why do you go around begging after learning martial arts?”

Paeng Daesan gives him a bewildered look, but Cheong is confident since the flower beggar was a Gigi director who has already disappeared into history.

So Cheong rolled up his sleeves and pretended.

As soon as you open the guesthouse door, the small front yard and Jeomsoi in front of the gate come into view.

“Hey, I’ve set up a table here, so go somewhere in the corner over there and eat. There’s a precious person inside, so why don’t you hit the mirror like this!”

Still, seeing how he even prepared the table and offered it, doesn’t the spirit of Sinseongeoru really seem generous?

You should know how to be grateful when people are generous, but how much more are you willing to take?

Cheong approaches at a quick pace.

Let me see what kind of beggar he is-

Umm. You look familiar, right?

“A. Preface, small book.”

“Ugh. Hello?”

“No.”

A subtle shade between Seoliri’s eyebrows.

Mo Yong Joo-hee, who followed behind, tried to stop Cheong, but immediately recognized him due to his rare, curly silver hair.

“Sojeo? Who knows, hmm? Isn’t it a folktale? What, you suddenly became a beggar, did Binggung go bankrupt in the meantime?”

“Yes. No, no.”

“The story is true, I am not a beggar, and Bingungung did not fail. hmm. Is it here? But why be a beggar? No, yes, being a beggar is convenient… … ”

“Wait? Wolf? Like this? What is your relationship? You, Cheong, now that I think about it, you were walking around asking what Seolhwa was going to do.”

In addition, Tang Nan-ah, who is in the Arr posture, immediately turns on the double wick.

However, just like Seoliri, the cracks on both sides of her lips subtly become deeper.

It was Seoliri’s clumsy smile that I hadn’t seen in a long time.