King of the Last Drama

The binary character that the puppy was playing was close to Extra. There is no other way to do this, but it has a complicated idea.

The metabolism itself has so far been less than twenty words, whereas the face is quite often illuminated with a burrowing cut, which was intended, of course.

An assassination attempt on Yoon Ga-yeon.

The transition to the latter was a means to re-energize the dramatic tension between them. There was a connection between the goal and Eugang Jin.

"That · · · · · ·."

However, the dog was an unconvincing breed until the next day.

"Of course, you know what you're saying. · · · Was the assassination method considered by Writer Seo-yerin himself?"

"No, the Sudan itself is my idea."

The calligrapher left it entirely to my discretion to create scripts before and after the ambush, namely, the confusion between the ambush itself and the intermediate.

I could not seriously think about it either because it was not a place of trust.

For now, of course, we needed an impact. However, it had to be able to connect well with the subsequent confusion.

Means of assassination. The conclusion I made was, of course, one thing.

"There's nothing but missiles."

"No, that's not it!"

"· · · · · ·."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He raised his voice and lowered his head. But I hesitated for a moment to open my mouth again.

"But I don't think blowing people up with missiles is an assassination!"

· · · Is that so?

"What? What do you mean, Ara?"

While I was pondering the definition of assassination for a while, someone else stood up. It was Han Yumi, the oldest sister who had regained her original appearance for a number of reasons only recently.

He looks very serious with a fighter model in one hand.

"The proactive meaning of assassination is to secretly kill a person. Where in the world is there a better way to kill than to wipe out witnesses with cruise missiles?"

"Sister · · ·."

Han Yumi turned away from her brother's face and turned his gaze to me. It's emitting nosebleeds.

"I think it's a really cool way, Fiddy!"

"Mmm!"

As expected, I nodded. That was exactly what I meant.

I've been worried about Hanyumi's emotions lately, but I guess I didn't have to.

The puppy looked at me and Hanyumi alternately and opened his mouth.

"There."

"You must mean everything to Jules."

"That · · · · · ·."

"Let it go. After all, let it go."

Park Jintae and Idona's stubborn attitude led to a lamentation for not knowing why they were puppies.

"But no matter how much I look at this, I think everyone thinks it's a curtain."

"The barracks?"

In the meantime, even I was forced to turn my eyes away from the puppy.

The puppy shudders and retreats.

"Mr. Puppy. Do you think viewers would feel this setting as a barrier?"

"Sin · · · · sorry · · · ·."

"It's not a bruise. I'm asking for your opinion. Speak comfortably."

When I wanted to soothe him, a puppy nodded.

"Honestly, yes."

"To what extent?"

"Yeah? I don't think that's what I think about seven frogs."

"· · · Yes."

Huff.

I couldn't help but relax and smile at one answer.

Seven, 70 percent of the bars.

If that figure is so easy, who are you worried about? In the end, it is nothing more than the zeal and zeal of those who have no respect.

"That's okay. That's not going to happen."

Even the puppy was convincing in my conviction. Keep your head down again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't know anything."

"No."

I replied with a generous attitude.

"So I'm going to tell you about the next shoot."

"Oh, yes!"

#

"What if we do it this way?"

"Well."

Meanwhile, Choi Mina was in trouble. I look around at the note with groan and open my mouth carefully.

"Wouldn't it be better to subtract the routine?"

Maintenance raises his head.

"You said to upload a picture, right?"

"No, that's it, but..."

Choi Mina swallowed her sighs as she swallowed her head. Even now, she as a fan and she as a friend were clashing violently on the inside.

Go back a little and half a day ago.

Rarely, it was a day without palm trees in short classes, so Choi Mina did what she did.

In other words, I invited a friend home.

"Hi, I'm Mina Kee, my friend."

Choi Mina's mother opened her mouth small.

"· · · I mean it."

"Yes?"

"No, welcome! Isn't that right, Mom?"

"Well, then. I'm your fan. I also joined the Pan Café."

Two staring women nodded their heads. She looked puzzled for a while, but smiled nicely within.

"You're one of five hundred. Thank you."

"Five hundred?"

My mother raises her head. Certainly, I heard that the members of Pan Café were not long ago.

"Bar, let's eat, Gia!"

But I didn't have to bury my daughter in a barrel with my hands and feet behind my back.

In the meantime, the mother who heard the story from her daughter became more fond of maintaining the conversation.

"How good would it be if our Mina resembled only four and a half?"

"· · · Don't say that. Mina is so much better than a kid like me."

She had an invisible reputation as a child, but her humble attitude also filled her heart.

"Yes, go play."

"Thank you, but I'm here for a meeting today."

"Meeting · · · · ·?"

My mother shrugged again after seeing my daughter's face.

Not long ago, she had been discussing with Choi Mina whether she would be able to post her own activities in her fan cafe.

"The activity is a bit exaggerated and I'm just trying to write a journal because some of you like me. You can barely set up your next job."

She smiled nicely.

"Well, I don't think you'll be able to see it for a few minutes, but it feels like self-satisfaction."

"· · · · · ·."

The moment I heard that, I felt my heart beating.

Once the rice cake was thrown, the occupied pancake cafe would be repaired, and the glory of Sagrad Yuzadhan would explode in the Beacon. Choi Mina could have imagined it.

"By the way, about five hundred people?"

"Uh, yeah. Giaya, that's the truth."

"I'm a little embarrassed. I don't think I'd have thought about putting more."

This was the reason for Choi Mina's 500 members' information control to begin. She studied photoshops at a time when she needed to study.

Fortunately, he also relied entirely on Choi Mina, who had rarely encountered computers in a way other than compulsory education until recently.

"Thank you for your help."

"· · · Yes."

Choi Mina felt a little guilty, but she took care of it. For the glory of Judas, all things will be justified in her name.

Choi Mina pushed her interested mother into the room and started a meeting about what she would post in a pancake cafe in the room. Now it was that window.

"Even if the number of people is low, we don't know where and how the Internet will spread. I don't think it's a good idea not to post too sensitive photos."

"I see."

Keeping his head gently nodded. The enemy continued to speak with relief for the most convincing reaction.

One of the photographs that followed caught my eye. It was a picture that aroused her, a fan in many ways.

"I don't think this is a lot of pictures either."

"· · · · · ·."

"It's not a problem to post, I know I'm close to Lee Hyun-seok, but I don't want to let this happen."

"Give it back."

It was a bold voice, but it did not allow objections.

Choi Mina gave me a stunning picture, and Kee stretched it out and put it back in the file.

An awkward silence descended.

I don't know what it was, but you made a mistake. The least I could do was roll my eyes and desperately find the street. Fortunately, the answer was given by the clock.

It's time to "Ah · · · Research Journal ." Already "?"

Maintenance smiles again.

"It's not easy to look alive!"

Choi Mina sighed with relief after seeing it.

However, the content of the drama in which the two of them sat side by side was never reassuring.

"I know you're complaining about the flames. I want to give you a chance to resolve that.

Everywhere, the connection with the fall of Vulcan was problematic. The drama itself was a cool "research journal", but today it has been in a state of insecurity since the pasture.

The perfect means of assassination is in place. All you have to do is decide.

The dog that had been suffering for a long time – the face of the binary was hardened, and Eugang Jin was puzzled by it.

Yes. Then make sure you have this.

Eugang Jin handed over a small pouch, and Choi Mina's tension peaked.

Small knife, no poison? There was too much to think about.

It doesn't matter how many escorts you have. If you take it out while the flames are on guard, you'll see the answer.

Is it poison gas?

Choi Mina swallowed her saliva. It was then followed by an intense noticeable fight in an urgent background sound.

The moment the tension peaked, binaries opened their pockets.

"· · · · · ·?"

· · · · · ·??

But the only thing there was a remote control with a big red button.

Like Choi Minh, I hesitated for a while and pressed the HIGH button.

And that's where it leads.

What is that?

Hey, it's flying this way!

The first missile severely collapsed the building and set off a massive fire.

"Damn it, I don't know what it is, but once you suppress the fire,

"Look at the sky!

The eyes of a middle-aged man who was raising his voice turned toward the sky. I saw a dense cluster of missiles that looked like arrowheads.

Not to mention the results.

A series of spectacular explosions blinked with the tiniest blink.

· · · Assassination?

"As expected."

Unlike Choi Mina, who was in a ridiculous situation, the keeper was biting her lips.

"That's not Yerin's style. I was right."

"What?"

"Kim Kyung-suk is a simple camouflage writer, a real enemy brother. An assassination that blows a missile and wipes it out."

Maintenance's eyes sank heavily.

"I would have thought about it, but I wouldn't have been able to use it without such hesitation!"

"No, I don't think that's the type to use."

Choi Mina rarely pointed out coldly, but it didn't seem to be heard.

Keela pulls her manuscript out of the bag with a stiff face. Read a few chapters and shake your head while biting your lips.

"It's not enough."

"· · · · · ·."

At the very least, I felt a very ominous feeling.

#

"Jewelry Box in Research Journal" 39 paintings have ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. The average viewing rate is 35.8%, and the percentage of viewers who think of the drama as a block is about 71%.

Load information from "Live Like a Theatre - The Fall of Vulcan" which is linked.

The average viewing rate is 1.88%, and the proportion of viewers who think of the drama as a cover is about 20%.

User Lee Hyun-seok has already given up interlocking. Results are not aggregated.

Stupid!

I opened my mouth.

[Simultaneous production! Where did you sell the Simultaneous production, you idiot!]

Kim Chol Sunbae was running down the street. But in the meantime, I was blind, and my eyes were full.

The bars will also be 71% · · · · almost 7. Precision close to perfection.

This is ridiculous!

129 Study a day and become an academic (11) End