episode_0542

Cheong twitches his eyes again and again.

“En.”

So, doesn’t that mean that someone else stole clothes that were handmade for my lover, even prepared the materials themselves, and gave them to me?

Oh no.

It felt like my middle and bottom were tight, and it wasn’t just my underwear!

What a scary bitch.

Isn’t it a clever trick by deliberately preparing small underwear?

Since the length was perfect, I thought it was just because the underwear was too small, but I never thought it was a trap.

“You, you… … ! Can’t you take it off right now?”

“Ah. yes. That wasn’t my intention, was it? I just wore it because you gave it to me, but wait a minute, I’ll take it off now-”

“No need!”

Seopsimmahee screams loudly.

“Give someone else’s clothes as a gift? You! Do you think that makes sense!?”

The face with teardrops hanging down on it is infuriating and sad.

Cheong tilts his head awkwardly, um, I feel a little sorry about this.

Then suddenly I thought, is this something I should be sorry about?

I didn’t steal the clothes because I had any ill feelings or because I wanted them, I’m a victim too, a victim!

Cheong glares fiercely at Eon Yeon-young.

Either way, Eon Yeon-young was just looking at Cheong with a bright smile.

It’s so much fun that you’re fighting to death.

“Damn it, what are you doing! Kill that bitch right now, no, don’t kill her, capture her, make her kneel in front of me, and I’ll drop you one piece at a time.”

Grumble!

With the sound of the door opening roughly, people pour out of the rooms at both ends of the hallway.

Cheong’s head rolls around nimbly.

Can you get through that? No, not the hallway. Then, yes, windows.

I have already seen the structure of two rooms.

I thought I could just break through the wall and escape out the window, so that’s what I was trying to do.

what?

For some reason, there was no particular sense of hostility from those blocking the hallway.

“Profit, what are you doing!? Kill this bitch right now!”

But there is no response.

Couldn’t he just be standing at a distance, blocking the hallway, watching from afar?

“Unni?”

“Oh my. Sister, why are you doing this? You can call me a strong-willed bitch, a smelly bitch, or an unpleasant bitch as usual, right? Did you also call me that bitch with a dirty taste?”

“Uh, huh?”

“You have to do your own work, right?”

Eon Yeon-young takes a step back.

And then he smiled at Cheong.

“This person is called Seopsimmahi Yuryang, a member of the Majon King Club of the Blood Religion. Oh, by the way, the Majon King’s Club is a bar that the Six Mind Demon Lords arbitrarily claim, and they are usually called the Six Spirits Dan.”

Cheong’s eyebrows twitched at that.

“Siksimma-kun? That bastard who creates blood demons?”

“To be exact, it is called blood angler? He’s a stupid old man who doesn’t know the subject and dares to compare himself to a jiangshi when he’s just creating a monster that eats your heart out. And this woman will be the only daughter of King Seopsimma.”

“You! How dare you rub a dead body, how dare you, your father… … !”

The flow screams loudly.

Anyway, memories of Jinjiazhuang, Guangdong Province, flash through Qing’s mind.

Blood maw.

He was an ugly monster who had even betrayed the laws of heaven.

A child eating his mother’s heart, the most cruel meal scene in the world.

The feeble voice of a mother who protected her child who was chewing on her heart until the end, her dying eyes… … .

I thought that the guy who turned people into such monsters somehow had children.

Did that guy even have a precious wife?

Are my children still important to such a person?

Just as a drop of ink falls into a glass of water and spreads, the disturbing colors in Blue’s eyes are clearly released.

It was a deadly force that was choking her stomach, and Mahee, who had been faltering, shook off the fear that was gripping her body and screamed again.

“What, what is this guy! Yulno, what are you doing!?”

A blood-colored river rushes in before the words are even finished.

In front of Cheong’s nape, the back of his white hand collides with the blade, making a loud clanging sound.

However, the forearm that was indifferently raised to block the iron dagger did not move at all.

Yulno, or Yeonyul’s expression, noticeably hardens.

“Mama, avoid it!”

Along with the urgent voice, the two daggers held on the left and right draw countless lines.

The dense blood-colored river flows towards Qing in the shape of a net.

However, they cannot come together as if the middle is completely torn, so the sound of metal banging continues for a long time due to overlapping.

Cheong takes one step, two steps, three steps.

He slowly backs away and swings both arms.

The locker room door touches his back, but will the paper door be enough to stop Cheong from moving?

A door that slides over without any resistance is not as strong as a grain of millet as an obstacle.

Did you say Yulno?

How can someone’s name be Yulno?

~No is a word used to call a slave, and Yulno means slave Yul.

Since Cheong was thinking this way, it means that even though it looks like he is continuously withdrawing, in reality he is quite relaxed.

Because it’s actually relaxing.

It’s fast, but that’s it.

No, it would be difficult to say that it was fast.

Because it was an incredibly light attack, Cheong blocked it and the dagger only bounced far away.

Thanks to that, it only draws a loud shape, but it is a shallow attack that won’t even cause a small bruise even if dozens of attacks hit it.

Nevertheless, the reason why Cheong took a step back was simple.

If you make a fuss, your face will sell.

There are already several heads sticking their heads out of the room just now to check the outside.

Among them, there was that fat Povidon’s fat head, so it must be said that the neighborhood was filled with leech-like magic searchers, thanks to that bastard’s magic attack.

So, we have to fight out of sight and get back quickly.

But what is it?

Is this right?

It’s too light to be a sword, too sharp to be a sword, and it’s a strange energy that stops at an awkward point.

No matter how much Ganggi follows Kwae or Hwan’s methods, he still has a basic sense of weight.

As powerful as concentrated energy?

Therefore, a weapon wielded with strength is much heavier than its original weight and weighs down the opponent.

But this attack that I am blocking now has no such weight.

However, the sharpness of touching the flesh is comparable to the strength.

Sharpness without weight is only effective when cutting soft and weak things.

It’s not that it’s not, Yeonyul’s dagger is gradually losing its sharpness.

This is because the blade keeps coming out and falling out as it collides with the small number of diamond buddha ingots of the small magic craft.

Suddenly, Cheong’s right hand was strangely bent.

It’s like a snake, or a centipede with countless joints, or like a rope that is swung on the floor, and it’s so loose that it feels like all the bones have disappeared.

It is an optical illusion created by the combination of accomplished martial arts training and completed Yuryun training.

Just like that, Cheong’s hand burrows in like a worm and grabs the back of Yulno’s neck.

“Big! Ugh, skulk… … !”

Cheong raises his hand.

Yulno’s feet were floating in the air and he was shaking and not knowing what to do.

It was that moment.

Phew.

I’ve experienced the feeling of the blade digging in several times, but it’s just as dirty.

Cheong glances down.

The blade protruded through Yulno’s belly skin and dug deep into Cheong’s right chest.

It is a fatal blow that penetrates the center of the ribcage from a distance.

“Kwaaak!”

Cheong screams and throws Yulno.

The loud sound of someone falling down.

Cheong sits down and clutches his chest.

Cheong thought while the chest of his luxurious handmade martial arts uniform was turning red.

Lady, I got a puncture again. I need to take off this guy’s breasts or cut them off. It’s killing me, Siyi.

In fact, Qing’s self-defense skills have already reached the realm of unconsciousness.

Just as people in the North Sea can use the Heart Ball while sleeping, Cheong also develops self-defense in the realm of the unconscious beyond his awareness.

The thoracic nerve resides in bones and muscles, and the pectoralis major muscle is one of the strongest muscles in humans.

“Evil. Do not let the enemy know of my death. No, um, um. I thought this would happen because of my hesitation… … ”

Cheong flops down and lies down on the floor with a very plagiarized will.

The injured part, which had been slashed and slashed by the razor blades, was hit, and I ended up screaming really loudly.

Still, thanks to this, I was able to pretend to be dead with a high level of perfection, even with a terminal spell.

Across from the fallen Cheong, Yulno, whose waist was cut in half, vomits out blood and pieces of severed intestines.

“Cough! Wow! mama… … ?”

“I, I did it! I defeated the Heavenly Fire Sword! Heehee, this is also for the Lord, heehee.”

After that, Mahee Yuryang is seen smiling and shouting excitedly.

“Mama, please help me, save me… … ”

“Huh? How can I do that?”

The question of flow rate may be valid.

There was no suitable way to save someone whose lower abdomen was cut in half with the medical techniques of the Central Plains.

However, it may be said that it is a somewhat inappropriate thing for the person who cut off the waist to say.

“Big. please… … !”

“Even if you say that, it seems hopeless anyway… … .”

Yuliang glances at Cheong.

And then, for some reason, I started drooling.

“Mama?”

“Yulno is going to die anyway, right? I’ll make it easy for you.”

“Mama, sleep, cough! Wow! Wait a minute, uh… ”

It was Cheong who pretended to be a dead body, unable to even close his eyes.

It’s a pretty plausible way to pretend to be dead.

Surprisingly, this kind of pretending to be dead is clearly one of the martial arts, and in technical terms, it is called ‘gwisikdaebeop’.

Although it is barely a technique to pretend to be dead, it is one of Jungwon’s special moves with a very cool name.

In the opinion of Cheong, who is pretending to be a corpse, and in the opinion of a medical woman who is recognized for her training in the art of medicine, it is a very bold and radical treatment method.

What is the source of pain?

Life! Because it’s alive!

Then you destroy life!

Yuryang’s hand sinks into Yulno’s chest.

Yulno convulsed and desperately grabbed his master’s wrist, but with half of his lower abdomen cut off, it meant that Danjeon was not safe either, so the touch of a dying person would have any power.

Yulno continues to vomit blood as Yuryang’s hands gently knead the inside of the ribs and remove the heart.

Cheong, seeing that, is truly deplorable.

Why on earth is there no way to avoid bad karma?

I wish I could judge for myself and find out if she’s a bitch to kill or not, but what on earth is that little bitch?

Why did you take out the heart, how did you do it? Huh? Why is that in my mouth again? Ugh. It’s an earthquake. Don’t eat it.

“Why do you eat it raw? Grill some or eat it. Write it, oh write it.”

“Nothing, nothing, nothing, what!”

Yuryang jumps up like a cat that has been ambushed.

The lower body is covered in red blood.

“You! How, surely, surely there was a feeling that pierced my heart?”

“It didn’t break through?”

“No! It doesn’t make sense unless the thing that is firmly attached is the heart!”

“Well, if you really want. okay. Actually, it’s exactly as you said. My heart has been pierced. Oh my, it hurts.”

“Ha! also! I knew that!”

“Tsk tsk.”

Cheong clicks his tongue.

what? Is your friend lacking in intelligence?

Could it be that the heart was eaten and there was a hole in the brain?

“But, how did you stay so fine when your heart was pierced, ah, ah! Okay, now I know!”

What, what on earth did you know?

Why do I keep wondering about people?

“You, you bitch! You were a bitch too! A person cannot remain unharmed even if his heart is pierced! Somehow, that stinky lecturer betrayed our school! As expected, I already recognized that suspicious bitch when she was acting suspicious!”

Then Cheong said, Umm.

Mahi screams at him.

“What, what! Why do you make me look like that… … !”