Desire

“The Blood Dragon Master.”

As I approached the blood glucose, there was a voice calling out to him. I open my eyes and see an old man standing behind me in the blurred darkness. A happy spirit. He looks at the pain with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. Ajin lowers his back to the ground and kneels on one knee.

“I meet the doorway. ”

“Coming here this late at night without a word... What's going on?" ”

Haven't you heard? No, Azin thinks, looking at the face of the smiling bride. Were you waiting for him to come without leaving on his own? Azin grabs the collar of the wind and drags it toward himself.

“It's the cutting sword and the wind at the Passage Gate. ”

“Oh.”

She reaches out with low awe. His figure, shaking like a lantern before the wind, disappears. The distress in front of Azin lowers the wind.

“Cutlass at the Passenger Gate. I've never seen it firsthand, but I've heard a little rumor. I thought you were the swordsman at the Passenger Gate. Why would he do that? ”

[The Sector Lord and the Patriarch Gate have agreed.]

Instead of speaking in the flesh, Ajin sends a message. I already felt that there were a lot of blood in the blood gate when I came to the blood gate with the white paper. The blatant enemy that poured out on her beloved granddaughter. There's a lot of blood in this place, but we can't talk about his virtue.

I changed my face a little. His white eyebrows soar upward and his wrinkled face shivers thinly. The bride glances at Azin and turns around.

“Come with me. The night air isn't good for an old man like this. ”

Your voice is so cold.Isn 't your son's betrayal shocking? Azin holds the wind on his back and follows behind the haunting. Blood sugar was still reeking of medicine. I couldn't read him, I couldn't feel him coming, but the disease is definitely deep. I wish I was dumb enough not to go any faster. Azin stares at the back of his happy soul and thinks:

“Tell me more. ”

The spirit returned to his room without sitting down and asked. Azin looks back at his soul and lowers the sensation that was on his shoulder. He still rolls his eyebrows at Derueck, and the haunting eyes stare at the face of the wind.

Azin has told the hallucinator everything he knows. Hearing Ajin's story, the haunting doesn't have any reaction. It was just a slight look on my face. At the end of Azin's story, the haunting takes a step toward the wind. Azin's hand shifts with no room for restraint. All of the blood that was pressed down on the hand gesture was released. The wind heaves and exhales and bows.

“Is this true? ”

“Kill him.”

When asked, the wind distorted his lips and laughed. He glances at his face. The sights of the grief poured out on him, and the wind swallowed him up. The ideal outcome is wrong, but is it successful to cause confusion within the blood text? Do you want the blood to move properly? If he does not fear and dares to move, the blood winds will blow through his veins. And even if you can't do the blood work, you'll be cut in half. The wind consumed my mind.

“The stars of this book...”

The moment he opens his mouth to speak, the wind spits on his face. A wrinkled face of the phantom was caught in the middle of the air. She shuts her mouth and lifts her sleeve to wipe her face. Surprised Azin tries to reach out to the phantom, but the phantom reaches out and stops the pain.

“.. the star sign of this text is the joyous heart. ”

The wind spits again. It didn't fit this time. He twists his head slightly to avoid him, and his voice is relaxed.

“Do you know why I'm having an affair? ”

“Because I've learned a lot of bad drinking. ”

The wind blows out, staring at the hallucination with its poisonous eyes. Kill him. He spits again, and his unwelcome ear raises a hand. Blah! A light swing of the hand twists the head of the wind.

“You're right. This passage is filled with the crappy tricks you speak of, and that's reached its climax. ”

The hand grabs the wind's head. Kuang! The face of the wind kisses the floor. The haunting is a horse, rolling up its sleeves.

“And that crappy grip, it's very useful for writing. I don't know what you're going through. ”

“Lord, kill...”

“Don't rush. I'm going to kill you if you don't hurry. ”

Smoke rose from the muttering soul. A red smoke filled with ominous energy. It snaps its fingers lightly and is lifted by the windblowing cock. My body flutters and trembles.

“Is this the way of the country? ”

A low voice rang out. Coming out of the shadow of Azin, Percy stares at her with his eyes full of interest, looking at Azin's shoulder. In order to concentrate on drinking, the spiritual reversal did not look back at Persian.

“.. it's just a bad catch, like he said. ”

“I don't think it's as light as you say. This... is a psychiatric manipulation clan. ”

Persian frowns, smiling widely. I was amazed at what he said.

“How do you know? I don't know much about the art of Jinsun.”

“I've been practicing magic for centuries, too. I can feel it. ”

Persian tucks his chin against Azin's shoulders. Persian breath tickles your ear. “I've been there myself.” Persian said with a slight tilt of his head.

The hand of the bridegroom holding the wind's head falls. He looks at the air as he packs behind his back. The wind lifts the air with its dull open eyes, and the halfway open lips drool. She opens her mouth, staring at the face of the wind.

“Who are you? ”

“.. the wind. ”

“What are the stars and where do they come from? ”

“Stars are... slash swords. Dhara.. Pass inspection..”

“On whose orders? ”

“The Gatekeeper.. One Sword Blood.. The Heavens..”

That's right. The haunting grins, his lips twitching. It completely overwhelmed Izzie and made her answer to the question. Persian glances at him as if it were interesting, and Azin grips Persian hands on his back. “Why?” Persian grumbles and puts his fingers on his lips. “Shh.”

“Why are you here? ”

The question made me stutter with dazed eyes. The wind has leaked out of his mouth for the purpose of coming here. Intervention of the Passage Gate, Inhibition of the Blood Gate. The ideal outcome is that Blood Sura accepts the proposal and, with the assistance of the sword gate, removes the blood crest without any interference from the other factions. If things go wrong, aim for chaos, power struggles and civil war in the bloodstream. When all the stuttering and talking is over. I narrowed my eyes and stared at the wind.

“... you idiot. ”

Not for the wind, but for his son, Blood. It's a tattoo that will be followed someday if we don't do it quietly. What kind of greed did they use to get the help of a defeatist? If so, the power of the bloodline will be swallowed up entirely by the Patriarch Gateway. Are they satisfied with the puppeteer's crest?

“... well done, Blood Dragon Master. You did a great job. ”

He doesn't look at the pain, and his voice mutters. Ajin, who was silent, cautiously asked.

“What are you going to do? ”

“What.”

“The sectorlord. Are you going to leave it alone? ”

“Then you want me to kill my son with my own hands? ”

“I heard it's for blood. It's for blood. ”

Azin bows his head. He turned his head and looked at her. Seeing the subtle smile on his face, Azin thought, did he touch the disgust? However, he asked again with a voice that was unlike what he expected.

“Who told you that? ”

“The sectorlord said, So did Lady White Eun Seok. ”

“You saw it right. ”

The bride smiles bitterly. He turns back and looks down at the wind.

“... that I can't kill for the blood. Most of the young disciples of the blood support their son with the incitement of a wicked grandson. The same goes for medium-sized masters. It's too old. It's too sick. ”

Cutting off the blood supply turns all forces that follow him into enemies. As the situation deteriorated, there may be disciples turning to this side, but the grief that might die from a deep illness was isolated in the family. On the contrary, there was a lot of support in the bloodstream, and even after the civil war, they would think that changing the sentence has a higher chance of winning. If they come out so extreme, even for the sake of blood, the suicidal will retreat on their own. Despite the retreat of the former Masters, the underbellied will not only stand up to the outsiders of the bloodline, but also help the civil war.

“Then what are you going to do? If the Lord of the Sector comes to the door...”

“I know my son best. He doesn't have the courage. ”

“What if the Pathfinder's Gate gives you strength? ”

Cotton Bat can't be punished like this. It was a must-have for Azin, the sectorowner of the blood.

“The Lord has already made a pact with the Patriarchal Gate. Either we send in the bayonet or we kill it. It doesn't change. ”

“One blood sample is not that ignorant. As far as we're concerned, I'm not sending any further aid to my son. It's going to be a burden on the soft planes and salt water. ”

“Sector Lord is a bomb that doesn't know when it will explode. ”

Azin glances at the back of the bridegroom.

“Anyone who does a deed once can do a deed at any time. Sector Lord... betrayed his father's doorway. Whenever you get a chance, you're going to want to be a tattoo. ”

“.. if you want me to. ”

“Then the Blood Gate will be swallowed by the Passenger Gate. ”

He looked up at Azin with his head raised. His eyes narrow to see the pain.

“.. then what do you want me to do? It's a civil war if you cut off your son. If you go through civil war, your blood will weaken. But if I leave it alone, my son might come out to me again. But if you put your son on the doorstep, the gateway will try to eat the blood. After all, whatever it is...”

“Give me authority. ”

Ajin said, facing the hallucination.

“The reason the disciples of the blood follow the Lord is because the door is sick and weak. It is because only the great man who will carry the portrait of the bloodline is the Lord of the sector. Isn't that right?”

“He's only got one son. ”

He nodded his head. At that, he took a small breath.

“Then the solution is simple. Aside from the sectarian Lord, we have a great person who can connect the positions of the doorbell. If the great man is superior to the great lord and there is no contradiction to the good lord, the men who line up for him will eventually turn to you. ”

“I told you. He's the only one.”

“Lady White Eun Vote. ”

His eyebrows twitched in his words.

“... you're mistaken, Blood Dragon Master. The Silver Star is also my blood, so I don't need it to become a doorbell... But his shaman can't go beyond his father. ”

“Then the answer is simple. I'm stronger than the sectors. ”

“What did it do? ”

I felt irritated by the voice of the hallucination. Azin swallows his breath again. He glances at the face of the phantom. Then, he looked down at his shadow. Master, please. Please understand this wretched apprentice. Ajin lets out a thin breath that he swallowed.

“Maybe I should get Silver Star engaged. ”

Time has stopped.

“Heh? ”

Persian smiles as he hears a glimpse of his back and forth.

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