Volume 4 of the Rhinoceros
a rally of the Bingbong Film Guard.
Like it's stuck in a pitch black silk.
A cluster of stars scattered over the dizzy sky.
Even the moon caught in the hole is half-dark, half-moon night.
I'd rather rely on the starlight than the faint moonlight.
There was a moving crowd.
They were flocking to a building located in the corner of Cheonmu Hakgwan.
Apparently, it was a late-night, well past the bedtime stipulated in school regulations.
On their foreheads, all of them brashly breaking school rules.
There was a white gun around it.
The white guns that glow faintly against the light of the half moon can tell each other apart.
He gave it to me.
Not confined to today's meeting, but to the forehead of their event.
A hundred cases were their own signals and promises.
The building, located on the street where the clubs are concentrated, was quite spacious.
As about a hundred people entered the inner space, the area was limited.
The building was cramped with people.
On top of the front platform of the building, a single portrait crumpled as if it had been devoted.
I was stuck without him.
With eyes of hope, hope, emotion, and desire,
I was staring at the portrait.
Like a man out of his mind.
On top of the finest silk width without a stain, a scratch, or a small crease.
Is the main character of the portrait a human being with the same ethnic characteristics?
Or is it a fairy lost in heaven and wandering on earth? I doubt it.
She was a woman as beautiful as tears, and could be defined as the crystal of extreme beauty.
If Ryu-Yeon saw this picture (and not here of course).
"Huh? That woman!" she would have been amazed, shouting lightly.
She said the suspect, Ryu-Yeon, was dead and aimless just a week ago.
I was wandering around the Cheonmu Academy, and I happened to find a place where the scent of clouds came from.
He was a victim of theft who met at a pavilion named Unhyangjeong.
That day she was, although not of the monetary and material nature.
If the suspect is a shameless man with three iron plates on his face,
One significant thing you would dare to claim, "I'm not losing it."
It was taken by Ryu-Yeon unknowingly.
She wasn't able to defend herself because it was so unexpected.
It was thrown.
It was not long before a beautiful young man, who seemed to be the head of a crowd of white gunners, painted the portrait.
He stood on the podium with his back to his back.
She's so beautiful and gorgeous that she somehow disappears and she's so pale.
I was emaciated with
The young man's face shook women's hearts with a smile.
Handsome, but after some kind of sudden incident a week ago and that incident,
I've had a lot of mental and physical pain that I've had to go through, and my complexion is as white as a sheet.
You've turned pale.
For some reason, his precious right hand, which is to hold the sword and wield it.
It was wrapped around a white bandage and still looked uncomfortable to move around.
If Ryu-Yeon saw it, he would ask, "Who are you?"
All
He was the Black Dragon Wi Jicheon.
Originally, today's meeting was not a regular one.
But the Unhyangjeong incident, which will push the entire city into a whirlwind of consternation.
As a result, the rally was suddenly convened.
The reality and truth of the Unhyangjeong incident a week ago is secretly a certain number of ears.
It was only included in, but was not widely known.
It's that particular minority that's gathered here today.Isn't it too much to call a minority if it's a filling number?).
A coffin heard the news a week ago shortly after the theft of a girl's lips.
Doe trembled with a heart-breaking anger and lamented:
"As of today, my two ears are no longer useful. I'm listening now.
I was told what I should not be able to say. I've never missed two more ears.
It's useless to me."
A terrible feeling of anger causing blood all over the body to flow back, and a heart to burst.
He drank to say that.
Guando also said, "That's a lie.That's not what's gonna happen to our goddess.
There's no one!" He shouted, "His left hand is in pain."
I stabbed mercilessly with a needle and bit my lips until they bleed.
The left hand was stabbed because the right hand holding the sword could not be harmed.
He's turning his eyes upside down enough to see the whites, cutting off his ears.
There were people who went on a rampage, and the messenger who came to tell us the whole story of the story.
The extremists who want to be summated for defamation or dissemination of false information.
I've been around for a long time.
And many others are screaming out of uncontrollable anger.
There was a series of exertions and lightening.
Rumor if you can cut your ears or rip your eardrums apart.
He must have wanted to stop listening.
Fortunately, no casualties were miraculously reported, but the impact of the incident was enormous.
It was.
This is the reaction of a layman who's only heard of in words, and the only sighting at the time.
The anger of the giant ice dragon Wi Jicheon, who is the captain of the Ice Ball Guard, can be guessed.
It was about the size of it.
He saw the inexplicable rage rising from the abyss, the bottomlessness of his heartbreak.
Reading to stab himself in the eye with dismay, despair and shame.
Had something in one's arms.
Even so, he wanted to deny what he had witnessed and suffered.
His heart for her is such a great thing.
But there's still one thing left for him to do because he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Because there was.
Thorough punishment, punishment and revenge for the wicked, that was it.
That vengeance is one of the causes of today's rally.
At this late hour of the night, he didn't sleep, and he ignored the rules without hesitation.
Gunmen were her very own SS members.
They were usually just like the rest of the students.
On one issue, I was prepared to abandon everything.
A transcendental being who can throw everything away without hesitation.
Them
A SS that exists only for her.
A group of fanatics willing to live to get her smile even once.
Crazy people who go out of their way to win her love.
People called themselves the Bingbong Film Guard.
And the promoter of the cult was the Black Dragon Wi Jicheon.
Wai Jicheon, the Black Dragon, based on his outstanding incompetence, intelligence and talent.
No one would deny that he was sidetracked.
As such, his ability was outstanding enough to stand out in the classroom.that
Runner's path to life is Na-Yerin Na-Yerin's entrance to the Chunmu Academy.
I had to.
It's because I'm completely mesmerized by the beauty of Na-Yerin, who just entered.
It was.
Her extreme beauty was outstanding enough to rave about God's artistry, and her infatuation of love.I gave birth to a patient.
But the passionate courtship of many young minds also holds her icy heart.
It wasn't enough to straighten.
She's so closed-minded, she's so willing to be involved with anyone of reason.
I declared that there was none.
The colder her reaction is, the more likely her followers are.
I went
There were too many eyes for her.
Wi Jicheon then decides to put on a protective shield.
That was the background of the establishment of the SSI Bingbong Film Guard.
With a figure as much as Wi Jicheon involved, she's got a group she doesn't want.
It is questionable whether the government had to arbitrarily organize and drive the car.
Until a week ago, I was the archbishop of the Bingbong Film Guard, or the Bingbong Guard.
I've got a whole bunch of young people on my back, full of passionate love.
WI Jicheon, a front-runner, was mentally challenged by an incident a week ago.
I got a wound that I couldn't washable wound.
He couldn't get out of the guilt of failing to protect her.
Why did they organize it? Not to protect and protect her.
But even the new guy, who doesn't know his identity, he's miserable and humiliating.
I couldn't believe I was defeated and I didn't want to believe it.
His sky-high pride could not admit it.
But there's a creeping wound in his right arm that still remains clear.
It was forced to admit that fact.
I've been hurt by him, not anyone else.
That, too, is thoroughly humiliated.
Wi Jicheon is a character who, by any means, is one of the Kowloon Chilbong's Kowloon Middle Schoolers, takes a breather.
I never imagined that there would be.
The blade of shame, humiliation and anger tore his heart apart.
Of course, he grabbed a broken heart and decided to take revenge.
The man is a filth that must be removed that must never be left alone.
If it had a big "kid" in the middle, I'd rather have a white print.
The reason why they're gathered together on their foreheads is to impeach and discipline a man.
It was.
The person who committed profanity to their goddess and infuriated them as a whole is now...
I did not attend this meeting.
If you notice anything, split your arms and legs right away, take out your guts, and make a soup.
And then I'll peel off the skin, open the gun, and cut you 36 pieces of your body.
Everyone was disappointed. Their anger was just as intense.
Clear Na-Yerin Na-Yerin's portrait hanging behind the podium at the behest of Wi Jicheon.
A sense of regret came to mind in the eyes of all local governments.
And when I got a new portrait that was like a wanted leaflet,
Out of everyone's eyes came uncontrollable anger and hatred.wanted portrait
The main character in the story was Ryu-Yeon.
When Ryu-Yeon's bloody face came to light, the bloated anger, hatred, and the ink...
The face was buried and engraved in everyone's eyes and mind with a stroke of brush.
Like an indelible imprint.
At the end of the process of recognizing the object of hatred, everyone in the group has promised.
As if they had pulled their own.
The spirit was absolutely ferocious.
It was not long before the blood of the sword, the anger, hatred, and murder that radiated from their sword, was formed.
The portrait of the kite was torn into thousands and thousands.
Every single line of black, every single piece of torn portrait of them,It contained hatred and anger.
Their common goal was to make the portrait look exactly the same.
"Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death! Death!Sa"
Everyone shouted, raising their right arms in a frenzy.
Their crying voices were filled with murder.
People with a normal, healthy mindset would dream of it.
I can't do it.
Already they have become paralyzed from reason.
Ryu-yeon has been their biggest ever since the accident a week ago.
It's a credit.
And the fact is that Ryu-Yeon's existence will not change until it is wiped out in this world.
will
Their hatred tore apart the pieces of the portrait, fluttering like snow.
Standing in the middle, Wi Jicheon exclaimed.
It was the voice of incitement.
"Who is our main enemy that deserves to be hated?"
"Ryu-Yeon!Ryu-Yeon!"
Like a fanatic, the crowd shouted, raising the soldiers in their hands in unison.
"Who is the villain in this world who will not be recognized for his existence?"
"Ryu-Yeon!Ryu-Yeon!"
"Who is our number one enemy?"
It didn't come out of their mouths, where the word "coward" is supposed to come from.
All
The most meritorious spirit, regardless of the black and white transfer,
The name was being ignored at this moment.
"Ryu-Yeon!Ryu-Yeon!"
It was Ryu-Yeon who would be hard to chew on for them.
"Yes, children! The price of touching our divine goddess.
Let's make them realize how scary it is.
I'm not gonna let you throw me in that black hole of a thousand...Don't you dare to be our Nassauzer?
Crab...
Those dirty lips... Lol! Lol!
Wi Jicheon was so emotional that he couldn't forget his words.
That's how shocking it was for 50 people including him.
It used to be.
It's still a pity that he's around and he can't stop the evil.
It is engraved on Wi Jicheon's chest.
Today's meeting is about the existence of the villain Ryu-Yeon, the executor and the main culprit of the case.
It was a place to exterminate.
Their common anger and hatred are only focused on Ryu-Yeon.
Yes, there was.
This huge collection of food has led to massive and diverse murder schemes in seconds.
I threw up.
Each and every one of them was an attractive proposition that attracted them.
It was so diverse that it was hard to choose between them.
Everyone soon came to think that the punishment of Ryu-Yeon was heaven's will.
Hundreds of murder plans for a human being plastered their minds, and that's the old one.
I vomited out of my mouth in a voluminous way.
However, there was no one there who could boldly make the plan a reality.
Now they've lost their minds and are only raising their voices.
As the night grew deeper, the heat of murder grew hotter.
"Whew, this is getting tough..."
There was one person among them who sighed, keeping his cool.
He was three times as big and four times heavier than anyone else.
No one cared about his existence either. Stuck together with extreme anger, resentful of oneself.
Do you even know the existence of the target group?
Meanwhile, Ryu-Yeon would do anything to curse and curse her guards if they knew.
I was committing.
It was a personal history survey of the protagonist of his stolen lips.
He left the scene without asking his name by mistake, so he didn't know anything about the ceiling.
For Ryu-Yeon, there was no choice but to find a way to quench that curiosity elsewhere.
That would keep Ryu-Yeon out of reach within a 300-page radius around her.
The intention was to pour cold water on the SS's efforts.Surprisingly the method was simple, and it saved him the trouble he was looking for.
It's an information gathering club that specializes in beauty and girls who just joined by surprise.
It was the existence of the Asso Society.
Ryu-Yeon decided that there's no way that Aesojeo doesn't know that much beauty. Byeontae.
I believe in the perversion of the pervert, the passion of dark desire, and the achievement of it, and I use the Society of Appeals.
I decided to watch it.
"Wow, are you sure?It's surprisingly easy to figure out."
The result was as expected.
I don't need a few explanations, just the date, time, and place Ryu-yeon was on that day.
Byontae was able to teach him in detail who she was in contact with.
Plus, a week ago, one of the celestial dragons, Wi Jicheon's out of the blue, out of the blue.
It's easier to get information because it's become quite famous for its mysterious injuries.
There was.
"So her name is Na-Yerin from Clown."
"Yes, the man who was in Unhyangjeong at that time a week ago was Na-Yerin Na-Yerin Sozer.
It's a poem.
But how do you know him?"
Suddenly, Byeontae asked, shining grimly in his eyes.
By no stretch of the imagination was Ryu-Yeon in a position to know her.
Byeontae wouldn't have let this bleating out, even if it was as tricky to approach.
All
"It's just a chance.Why?"
Ryu-Yeon roughly glossed over with a smile.
"No, the strange rumors keep tickling my ears..."
Then Byeontae rustled something out of a box.
The picture in front of Ryu-Yeon is exactly what Ryu-Yeon met.
It was the look of
"Yes, it must be her! But it's really the same."
Portraits evoke exclamations even for Ryu-yeon, who has no exceptional knowledge of painting.
It was so incredible that I couldn't help but admire it.
Even in the painting, her mysterious, pure and noble qualities are not tarnished at all.
It was alive and alive.
Portrait is a perfect bell that looks like she doesn't exist in this world.
It was reproduced on top of this.
It's like a miracle.
At first glance, it seemed clear that the portrait was made with great care.
The terrible devotion and devotion contained in each handwriting line are vivid even in Ryu-yeon's skin.
I felt it.
What in the world did the painter of this painting paint in his mind and mind?
It certainly wasn't a picture that could come out of its senses.
"Amazing, isn't it? It's the ultimate masterpiece of the Hwado Master Major!"
The creator of the painting, Major Chen Hwa-pil, is a master of the portrait of a man of divine talent.
As
The painting, completed with his handwriting, even contains the soul of the subject.
as much as possible
He was a man of remarkable ability.
Originally, he was commissioned by her SS, the Bingbong Film Guard.
I came here to paint her portrait.
There was enormous remuneration prepared accordingly.
But the story went in a strange direction.
Chunghwa writing major is completely half-hearted after being honored to face her face-to-face.
Do it, and I began to tighten my chest with a lovesickness.
The symptoms were so severe that it was difficult to lift a brush, let alone a picture.
As a result, the work could not be done properly.
I've met hundreds of beautiful women in my life for work, but I've never met them.
It was a big shock for him, who had never been attracted to the subject.
The shock was huge enough to shake his soul.
He's been struggling for decades, and he's been putting his paintings aside.
One day, I suddenly grabbed the brush again and stood in front of the canvas.
And I've forgotten my sleep, I've forgotten my rest, and I've been crazy about painting.
Hanging on.
And after seven days and seven nights of madness, I've been making fun of my brush, and I've been painting a portrait.A combination of his skills, effort and spirit, a life-long...
It was a masterpiece, but unfortunately it was incomplete.
The major completed the painting like crazy, burning all his passion.
But only her eyes could never be drawn into the white space.
I left it.
It's not the finishing touch, it's the finishing touch that deserves to be called the finishing touch.
It was because I felt like I wasn't good enough.
He was devastated and ashamed of his poor performance.
I can't possibly describe the abyss of the universe in her eyes with the tip of her brush.
He said, "There is no such thing as a madly distressed.
Then he started swinging his brush like crazy again.
There's indelible madness in his eyes swinging his brush in unconsciousness.
It passed.
You think he spent a month in madness?
He was finally able to make two dots that made his wish come true.
The two eyes of the phoenix, considered the most beautiful in the world, are drawn.
From that moment on it wasn't a picture already.
It unleashed mana like a living creature.
The painting alone gave off enough magical power to attract people.
It was too wonderful to be human.
He was already out of his mind at the time.
Finally completely lost her ego and swung her brush frantically to complete her eyes.
After everyone's rave, he's not satisfied with himself.
Declared to be out of hand.
The work, which he praised as a novelty, did not satisfy him.
He burned all his soul to complete the painting, and he no longer painted another one.
There was no room for reels.
There is nothing more beautiful in this world than him, and he is no longer a man.
She disappeared after declaring that she could not draw anything more beautiful.
Then he disappeared, leaving a legend behind.
A lot of people are looking for the last and best painting he's ever completed.
I stepped up and nobody could find it.
The portrait is an indescribable figure of her living and her handwriting.
It was the only masterpiece that vividly contained the mysterious figure of.
It was natural for everyone to turn on their eyes.
Especially her SS, the Bingbong Guard, scoured it with all their might.
It was the only thing that could not be found.
The legendary portrait that no one has found and is still looking for is now here.
Precious hanging on one side of the wall of the Sozer Society.
It must have been worth so much that Byeontae did nothing to make the painting.
I was just wondering if I could have.
Ryu-Yeon is now reviewing Na-Yerin's collection of materials.
It was on the way.
Ryu-Yeon, who was sifting through the data, suddenly told Byeontae.
"But I don't have as much data as I thought."
It was true, considering the value of her existence, compared to others.
The data on her was far from sufficient.
Three books were too small for her level of desperate material.
In comparison to at least five volumes of exclusive beauty material.
It wasn't enough. Originally, it would have been normal if it was well over 15 books.
"Don't tell me, do you even know how hard it is to collect data on her?
There's a lot of effort and sacrifice in collecting this much.
Collecting data about her is too hard.
I've only collected this much.
The phosphorus shroud surrounding her is too thick.
It's easy to get hurt if you don't approach it.
Of course, that doesn't mean I'm gonna give up, but...""Well, I see."
Only then did Ryu-Yeon nod his head with a convinced look.
이름:Na-Yerin Na-Yerin
Age: 21 years old
Kidney:?
Weight:?
Hair: Black and White
snow:black
Trinity figures: Many people were injured to find out.
Remarkable: The best beauty in the Catholic Church.
Research has shown mild autism symptoms.
Murim Maengju Jincheon Roe Gumsin Na Baekcheon's biological granddaughter and Cheonmu Samsung Geomhu Yi Rooftop's medical development
Person
The martial arts possessed by the Murim Maengju, Nabaekcheon's whiter sword,
A postmortem examination of Han Sang-ok-ryeong holds two advances in the Baekdo Temple.
Well.
Her airless level is currently unpredictable.
"In short, it's not an easy opponent.
I think it's time for this to happen!"
Ryu-Yeon apparently had no intention of giving up.^^