CH 607

Chapter 607 Finding the Cat (1)

Ji-Ik- The hem was torn long due to the kicking that did not reach. Faint red lines are drawn to the skin as well as the inner shirt. Nevertheless, the moment you want to avoid direct hit.

Tongue!

Suddenly, a small body that turned round and round beat Sung Hyeon-je's back as if pushing her elbows. The sole of the shoe scratches the floor and tries to withstand it for a while, leaving only traces of the dirt and rolls like fallen leaves in a gust. Seong Hyeon-je did not try to get up by force, but gently rolled his body three or four laps to widen the distance, then touched the ground and raised his upper body. Stand up straight and the attack will come in exactly that position. Even though I expected so.

Whirik!

A thin line flew toward the neck. Neither battle prediction nor their own guesses work. A dagger was held at Sung Hyeonje's fingertips. As soon as I set the blade outside and put it in front of my neck, the string was wound. As if he had waited, he cut off the string with the blade, and a terrifyingly young chaos came before him.

Red eyes that had sunk inadvertently and gold eyes filled with faint excitement met. Electric current flashed as if a small fist broke through the air and blocked the front. Quarreung! Light bursts with thunder. Terrible magical power poured out, but he opened his hand without worrying about the little chaos. His hand blades subtly penetrate the light. She aimed at Sung Hyeon-je's shoulder, splitting the current raging like a fish smoothly through the strong currents.

The hand blades flow down along the line of the quickly twisted shoulder. Just by rubbing it, the layers of clothes were torn all over, leaving a fierce scratchy mark on the tight muscles. The blood, which has run down one step later, wets the arm and even the back of the hand.

Sung Hyeon-je, who barely stepped back and escaped, took his breath. Young chaos swept her fingertips.

"The class is rough."

"What is the class."

Chaos frowned and spit out.

"What I teach is the second and the youngest, and you are beaten."

"Discrimination. Compared to the elderly, I must be very young."

"That's why I ask you to look at me cutely. It's cute if you do something cute."

Seonghyun-je smiled shamelessly as he glanced at the dripping blood drops from his fingertips.

"I thought you were cute."

" What?

"Because you care like this."

"This is because you helped the first one while blowing up the contract and some of you, so I'm trying to fix it!"

The young chaos was stunned, and he pounded his tongue.

"The ability to move in space is no longer yours forever. Even if you couldn't write it, it was yours, but not now."

If it's simply lost, it's okay. However, some of Sung Hyeonje's power disappeared, leaving a small hole. Even so, it means that one more crack was added to the unstable state. To compensate for it, the young chaos was directly dealing with Sung Hyeon-je. This was possible because the connection using the contract still remained.

In the hands of the young chaos, a thin torch was heard. Sung Hyeonje slightly twisted his eyebrows.

"To do a good job, but to do it. After all, Santa Claus doesn't exist in the world."

"Are you talking about pure self-sacrifice?"

Let's say half and half.

"The first must live."

Without footsteps, a young chaotic body bounced forward. With a quick approach close to teleportation, Sung Hyeon-jae took out a long sword. Holding a long sword, similar to my body length, with both hands, he rotates the whole body and swings it strongly with full force.

"You will live too!"

Caen!

The branches and sword clashed. Seong Hyeon-je's feet dug into the ground. The branches are cut off, and the body of young chaos moves around the air and descends at the tip of the raised blade. Pajijik, at the same time riding the sword and electric current flowed. Focused on the S-class metal and bounced off intensely, this time he retreated to avoid even the little chaos.

Fook, Seonghyun-jae changed the direction of the sword and hit the ground and pulled out the buried foot.

"I can't believe it's the same S-class power even if I hit it several times."

"Other S-classes will see you or your second and think so."

"I am sincere as much as I care for Han Yu-jin."

Peeing-- A half-cut branch flew like an arrow. The erected sword was inclined, and branches were stuck on the sword face. Shortly thereafter, the remaining half-sized branches fell from the sky. She rubs Seong Hyeon-je's cheek and puts it down on her toes. It was the top part that was cut off a while ago. Sung Hyeon-je wiped out the drop of blood on her cheek with her fingertips.

"The first thing that elders love so much is that they love it."

"The second thing is to bite and suck. Why and that. First anyway."

"No matter how I break it, you will still like it."

Rather, they will cherish and pity more than before. And the other one too. Song Tae-won will not be able to abandon Sung Hyeon-je, who has fallen to the floor. The lips with the blood that fell, draw a satisfactory line.

"Wouldn't it be life and death? It's far from a peaceful everyday life, but when I'm in the mud, I can't feel any closer than that."

Even if it touches the bottom of the floor, it was only a moment that confirmed his life for Sung Hyeon-je. It does not change at the highest or lowest. Young chaos looked at a man who would never lose himself under any circumstances.

" The crescent moon, that is why I must have chosen you."

It couldn't be called a choice. Because you will not find a substitute for itself. And it has been holding on until now.

"The harder the egg, the more you can hold it in."

Eggs before hatching, not being destroyed like a Transcendental. The moment when that hard selves eventually breaks is terrible, but maybe even dazzlingly beautiful. If the birth of something new is proportional to the size of the sacrifice for that hatch, it would not be strange if a divine entity was born to replace the source.

A sigh leaked between the lips of the young chaos. He couldn't even get a sense of what to do with that in front of him. It was long and long, but if it were simple, it felt like a lot of complicated problems poured into his path.

"What are you going through with this age?"

"It's amazing to see yourself in trouble."

Seonghyun-jae said as he pulled a long sword.

"Is there anything special about Han Yu-jin?"

"I would rather be glad then!"

This time, Sung Hyeon-jae first ran toward the young chaos. A long sword, which was not normally used, draws a smooth line and digs into the nape of chaos. It was a skillful movement that seemed to have been dealing with a sword for a long time.

"No matter how I look at it, the first is normal."

Young chaos lowered himself. The sword blade barely touched the overhead. Immediately after an accurate evasion, like a ruler, the rope flew like a whip toward Sung Hyeon-je. The sword that was traversing in the air was erected right up with a strange movement, blocking the rope. Whiriric, the rope wrapped the sword and climbed up to the handle.

"Apart from loving the second, there is nothing unusual."

It was just that. It's just that I cherished what I could not cherish. Chaos pulled the rope. Instead of holding on, Sung Hyeon-je was dragged by power and swung his sword. The small palm gently sheds attacks that seem to be inevitable unless they move in space.

"So it is rather a problem. Even if everyone has the potential for growth, there is a natural difference."

It was an unavoidable reality.

"All talents are different. There are a few who break the mold, but most of them live under their own limits. The first one is a normal person. If it's the so-called qualities of a hero, the youngest or the redhead would have it."

So were the natural temperaments and talents. puck! The palm of the sword struck Sung Hyeon-je's chest. Sung Hyeon-je, who was preparing in advance, jumped back and eased the shock. The young chaos walked on Sung Hyeon-je's legs as he immediately caught up with him as he retreated.

"But first, I got rid of the three Transcendentals."

It couldn't be seen as that alone ability. However, it was clear that it was by Han Yu-jin. Ji-ik and Sung Hyeon-je endured not falling over, as if dragging the other foot. However, for a while, the rope struck the remaining leg and finally collapsed. As I descended over Sung Hyeon-je's chest, he looked up at the cloudy sky with little chaos.

"And usually, the higher and harder you break the frame against your limits, the more you pay for it."

What a person with qualities could do was within the predictable range. But ordinary humans.

" What did the whitebird see?"

Because the range cannot be measured.

"Because the clowns were self-defeating, it is true that other transcendental people are not wary of the first, but the problem is that they are the third. Once or twice, transcendental people would be struck by people in the world below and disappeared. But not three times."

And the crescent moon. A young, confused gaze turned to his feet. The approach of the moon, which would have completely awakened by now, was clearly felt.

Under her thin silver hair, Geum-an stared into the air beyond the helicopter window. It was a rather calm and calm attitude.

'As expected, it's hard not to have tea at all.'

I felt a faint sign of anxiety about the grain. It would be a burden to continue playing as Seonghyun. Nevertheless, Samir was looking for a long song. Sung Hyeonje could deliberately pretend like that.

'You seem to know a little about Seonghyunje.'

Hagiah, I would have done a basic research on Korean hunters if they had asked me to marry me. Sung Hyeon-je, even if it wasn't like that, he worked a lot abroad. Anyway, since he was a difficult opponent to understand, it seemed that he couldn't doubt Gyeol's attitude.

And Isabella was engaged in social media activities while fetishizing me. I couldn't recognize it because it was a foreign language, but it seemed that messages were pouring out here and there. Samir was also busy texting on the phone, but Isabella's finger movements were hard to keep up with. We, Yerim, are as fast as possible, but I can't compare them to Isabella.

"What is the cat's name?"

Isabella asked Gyeol. Gyeol answered with his gaze fixed over the window.

"No yet."

"Shall I build it?"

No.

"Let's call it lemon."

No why lemon After all, the average naming sense in this world seemed to be similar to me. I tried to get out of it several times, but the moment I tried to get out of my knees, the hand on the phone came down and grabbed me. Let go, please.

I couldn't escape Isabella's hand until the helicopter arrived at the villa. And, although Gyeol said she wanted to be alone, it seemed that Samir had no intention of withdrawing.

[Let's wait a little, absent. My uncle and aunt will be coming soon.]

I said so, but it would take more than a day to get here from America. It's a long way, and you'll have to take steps, and there's no law that you'll be able to come here as soon as you arrive in Africa.

'It's already been 5 days, but if it takes another few days... .'

Yoohyun's birthday. There are only about 15 days left. It wasn't that much time. You haven't even prepared a gift yet! Isn't it okay when the clock is finished slowly? Shall I go and get it myself? If it's Switzerland, uh, it's near France, right? I said that France is the upper neighborhood, so isn't it close?

There was even a problem with Sung Hyun-je's marriage. No, why does that man get married during the holiday season when he's busy? Even if it's not your own will, you can't adjust the date, but you're married on January 1st! It's a plate that's going to be overturned under the circumstances, but anyway. I have to send a New Year's card too! Still, he's the breeder of Seung-soo Ki, and he can't pass it over without doing anything.

'The end of the damn year!'

The chatterbox nom party was over, so the reality rushes like a tsunami. If it is like this, I forgot to take a break even when I go home. New Year's Day and New Year's Day will come in no time. Let's take a break from the end of the world to the New Year.

"Then we are like a family."

Samir suddenly approached Gyeol in a friendly way. Then he pressed his face closer. At the distance between the nose and the nose, the grain was amazed and stepped back. I also put up my fur inadvertently. What, what are you doing!

Samir pretended to be puzzled to Gyeol, who could not hide his embarrassment.

"It's a simple greeting. You know."

No, what are you saying... Is it the kind that kisses the cheek?

[Gyeolah, stay calm!]

Gyeol narrowed the eyebrows slightly as I ordered.

"With my current state of mind, the close contact of the S-class must be unwelcome."

"Maybe."

Stop looking, prince. If you look at it, Gyeol's content will be about 0.01% of seonghyeonje, so ask him to call him roughly the same person.

"The cat will give it back."

Gyeol said to Isabella. Isabella handed me over to Gyeol despite regret. Gyeol hugged me tightly and I couldn't hug her, but she patted her with her hands and paws. We have a lot of hardships.

Others withdrew and followed Samir's guidance and went deep into the villa. The garden was green and the air was warm, so I felt like I had no sense of the seasons.

"You said you know about the return of Han Yujin Hunter."

As we approached the spacious parlor, Samir took up the subject.

"Is the 5-year regression true?"

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