"LOL, that's too much!”
Jo-Gol, who distorted his face, bit his lips tightly.
The watercolors who had stayed around Chaeju surrounded Chung-Myung, and the remaining numbers were coming to them in unison.
"Death, death penalty! There are too many of these bastards! It's all the better!"
"He's a heavy widow! You idiot!"
Yoon-Jong let out a burst of laughter in the midst of it. There was a little bit of hardship on his face, too.
'Oh, my God. There are too many.’
Both Janggangsu 108chae and Nokrim 712chae are treated as almost equal as members of the Sinjuopae. That means that one watercolumn has the power of four or five ordinary living quarters.
Of course, watercolors that rarely deviate from the Janggang River have topographical advantages, so it is possible, but even so, the fact that one watercolors is comparable to most of the three mountains and mountains remains unchanged.
Hwasan had mobilized almost all his disciples to beat Dave. If that's the case, it was impossible for Oh Gum to deal completely with the number of players in the team and the ignorance alone, which is comparable to that of Daveyolchae.
"But it's no use whining!’
It was the moment when Yoon-jong clenched his teeth.
"Argh! What are you doing? Monk! Hurry up and blow it up!"
Hye Yeon, who dyed her face red, was heard protesting as if she was falsely accused.
"My history is not an endless spring! You can't fire a strong blow endlessly, Si-ju!"
"What are you talking about? Shaolin, why don't you have a history?"
Tears well up around Hye Yeon's eyes.
They seemed to think that he had lived on elixir like them.
No matter how hard Hye Yeon was raised in Shaolin, she could not grow her history by feeding her a few pills of Daehwandan. All he's ever had is one big pill.
Shaolin also gave him the great hospitality that Young Yak cherished and cherished while he was drying up. So when I received it, I even shed tears at the grace of the envoy, but when I saw the Wasans doing it, complaints rose toward Soongsan Mountain.
I'll give you one more pill.…!’
Then there's no reason to listen to that mean human nagging.
"So you should have given me at least one of your own!"
"Ugh! You covet the elixir of others! I didn't think so!"
……the dog-like Hwasans.
In the midst of this hardship, seeing that they were in perfect harmony when they were bothering others, I felt like I wanted to turn around and run away.
"Argh! Hurry up and hit me!"
Hye Yeon clenched her teeth and pulled out her energy.
Soon there was a waterfall of power, but this time, it felt a bit disappointing compared to before. Hwasan's disciples, who were staring at the power that rose like a dragon and died like a loach, looked back at Hye Yeon with an expressionless face.
And then he turned his eyes back to normal.
Eventually, tears flowed from Hye Yeon's eyes.
'Fell into hell, d*mn Hwasan things!'
"Keep your mouth shut and focus!"
Back then, Cheon shook his sword and dug into the gap Hye Yeon created. And at the same time, he chewed his lips.
God d*mn it!
Baek Cheon knows that not everyone is talking because they can't concentrate. As the situation gets worse, they pretend to be bright and talk to cheer up. I'm trying to pretend I'm okay.Even if you were in good shape, it would be impossible to deal with all of them, even if you were addicted to them, so how would the situation be?
I haven't lost all my strength yet, but I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the incoming numbers.
"Be careful, death penalty!"
Baek Cheon turned his head at Yoo-Esul's voice.
Five frighteningly sharp harpoones were flying in at the same time.
Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and swung his sword. I can't avoid all of them, but I have to cut out two or three...….
It was just then.
"No, no, no, no, no!"
I'm so glad to see you...…a terrible voice burst out from the front.
At the same time, the numbers rushing around Baek Cheon flew like dried crotch leaves.
First of all, the words of Chung-Myung were embedded in the ears of Baek Cheon, who raised his voice out of joy.
"Have all these people eaten their fill of blood? Why? Did you starve because Jang didn't give you money? What kind of inspection is this? If you die, you must know how to do a shoulder dance for me.”
Oh……. I'm going crazy.….
Instead of Baek Cheon, who was distracted by the stormy nagging, Jo-Gol screamed and protested.
"Too much, you son of a b*tc*!"
"It's a lot to see. Have you ever seen a criminal who can't handle a lot of rabbits?”
Chung-Myung, with his tongue full, turned around shaking his sword.
"Now, I see myself...….”
Then, I could see the endless influx of blue fighters.
Uh, it's a lot.
No, not a little bit. That's too much.
Chung-Myung looked back again.
"Is the Emperor so incompetent right now?”
"What are you talking about all of a sudden, you son of a b*tc*!"
"Argh! Cover your ears, ears! I didn't hear it.”
Chung-Myung tilted his head in wonder.
"No, it's still numerical, but does it make sense that there are so many? It's not like you're holding a baby in a net."
"It's a watercolour! Watercolour! Of course there are a lot!"
"……huh, I'm dead."
I can't believe the numbers are so flooded. What's the world gonna be like?
At that moment, a sharp harpoon poured into Chung-Myung's face.
"But this bastard!"
Chung-Myung, who stabbed the back of his hand and kicked the groin of the runner, burst into anger after seeing the number of people falling down without screaming.
"Come on! What are you going to do with a lot of people like you? I'll send them all to the underworld!"
"Oh, don't worry! I'm taking care of it! I can fight all day long!"
"That's not it, you son of a b*tc*!"
"Back, back! Ship!"
Chung-Myung anxiously looked where Baek Cheon pointed. Enemies at the back were running towards the merchant ship, making a major detour from Hwasan's disciples.
"Why are you going to that ship? They're not idiots. We're not even going to run away anyway."
"There's an amniotic on board!"
"Yes! The people on the boat!"
"Oh, Yangmin? I'm...….”
Chung-Myung laughed his eyes off.
"But what are you looking at? You bastards! Stop it! Stop it!
"Just do one, just one! You son of a b*tc*!"
Jo-Gol and Yun-Jong desperately ran to the merchant ship and blocked the enemy's way. shouted Dang-Soso."The death penalty! But there are too many! Are we really on our own?”
Chung-Myung said, stroking his chin.
"Do you want me to be honest with you?”
"…Don't be honest, man."
"You asked me to be honest."
Chung-Myung smiled brightly. Dang-Soso held back the urge to put the reflection in his face, not the numbers in his hands.
"Frankly speaking, it's a stronger place than most old people. One of those watercolors would be a gufan force at least."
"But how can you win that without harm? You have to have a conscience!"
"…Sasook. Can I really solve the poison just once?”
Sighing Baek Cheon pointed his sword forward and threatened his enemies.
"Chung-Myung아. Does that mean you can win if you take the damage?"
"Uh, not until I knew there were people aboard that merchant ship. But can you just let them die?”
"…...No way. That's not possible!"
"This is why political factions are tired.”
In practical terms, we need to calculate more, but the odds have fallen below half as long as they have begun to aim for the people of both countries.
What if they were not poisoned by poison and joined Chung-Myung in a complete state?
"So there's no way?"
"Yeah, well, you're not fresh. Without it, you're not."
"That's not what I'm saying.
"There you go! We'll have to fight hard."
"No, listen to me!"
Chung-Myung roared as if he were impatient. And everyone who looked at the scene admired it inwardly.
'Isn't that a trainer?'
I want to learn.’
Chung-Myung gritted his teeth and sniffed.
"There's no way this body can't handle this. I mean, I've prepared everything!"
"That's why it took time.”
"…...did you do something else while you were running all the way here?"
Is it a person?
When everyone looked at Chung-Myung with a puzzled face, Chung-Myung finally held out his stomach.
Yeah, this is the view! Look at me like this!
"If it doesn't work out for us, we'll just have to drag more!"
"Stop, don't tell me...!”
Baek Cheon opens his eyes wide.
"Are the priests here? With the boys?"
Chung-Myung said bluntly, frowning.
"If they can get here at this hour, why would I bother? We'll build a cabin in Wasan and have some fresh fun!"
Oh, you're thinking about it later.….
No, not this!
"Hwasan isn't the only one who can use it. It's about time he came."
Chung-Myung grinned and looked up at the cliff.
He would have recognized it by now and found it well since he flew plum swords to the top of the cliff while performing sword art a while ago.
"Hey, dude, what are you doing? Are you going to die?”
Chung-Myung shouted loudly over the cliff. Everyone looking at the place together was looking forward to it. Even the enemies who had kept them in check and threatened to narrow the distance turned their heads in amazement
On the cliff?
Who, who's here?’
Tension hovered through the space in an instant.
The strange silence continued for a while.….
"I don't have one."
"What?"Enemies looked back at Chung-Myung with dismay. And even Hwasan's disciples asked Chung-Myung with a sullen face.
"Did you dream?"
"That's what he does."
"Ee, this can't be happening.”
Embarrased Chung-Myung's eyes shook.
"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! You're not coming out? You're not coming out right now, are you?
"…Stop it, Chung-Myung. I'm ashamed."
"Even if I die when I die, I'll have to die beautifully. What's that?"
"I don't want to die!"
Chung-Myung shouted out loud.
"Hey, can you get a hold of your lung disease again? You're not coming out right now?”
Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the cliff again at the sudden voice. The urgent and loud rant was definitely on the cliff.
"Stop, don't tell me."
On that far cliff.
A man rushed over, grabbed the boat and bent over.
"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! No! What kind of ship is faster than a man?”
A ship is originally faster than a person running, but it also depends on the person.
Baek Cheon, who found him, opened his mouth unknowingly.
Why are you coming out of here?
"Green Forest King?"
Im Sobyong stretched out his waist and held up a fan.
"It's forbidden to deal with numbers in water."
Then he gently fanned his face with a fan. Although he looked a lot better than before, his pale face was still full of triumphant smiles.
"Wouldn't it be subtle? Isn't that right, guys?"
"Go, let's taste the blood of the enemy before he gets any more angry."
Im Sobyong pointed forward with a twisted smile. At the same time, dozens of rope came down from a long cliff like gold wire to signal the festival.