97 Cheonmujin Yellow (1)

"Who are you?"

The eyes of the southern arch shined sharply.

Rain answered in a bold voice.

"Sihun is my brother."

"Brother of Kim Shi-hoon...? Is it Kim Young-hoon? No, I heard he's locked up."

"There's more to the world than blood."

"……?"

The southern arch looks incomprehensible. I didn't seem to understand the metaphor.

"Don't you mean Medicine?"

"Oh, that's what I meant."

The southern arch nodded and snorted lightly.

"I don't care about you. What the Sword wants is a Sword Dragon. Get out of my way."

"I don't care who he is."

"... Don't make fun of me."

Sharp livelihoods emanated.

Nam Gunjin turned his head towards Kim Shi-hoon.

"If you don't want to see this guy get hurt, follow me quietly, Sword Dragon."

"Don't talk to me like that."

Kim Si-hun, who was shrunk by the title of Sword, stepped forward. I raised my hand to the sword sack and smoked my life.

Of course, there were still fears of the Cheonang Jin.

He was the best player in China and the head of the biggest power.

Even the Chinese tin is a reality that he sees in front of him, and I thought it would be natural for the executive officer of the Celestial Gate, Nam Sungjin, to treat himself.

But threatening rainfall was often different. He was a silver man who saved himself from a hell of a life.

He wasn't a coward enough to stand by while the Silver Man was threatened.

"Oh. You want to draw a sword, is that it?"

The eyes of the Southern Archery have thinned.

"I don't think you know how high up the sky is because it's called the Sword Dragon."

South Arch Jin thought he should use a somewhat rough method.

'The Sword told me to bring him as politely as possible but...'

Honestly, you don't have to be polite in front of a kid like this. What's the reason for being polite?

Rather, I thought it would be better for me to educate myself before I disrespect the emperor.

The southern arch reaches for a sack of swords at the waist.

But someone raised their hand to the sword sack before themselves.

"Don't pull it."

"W-what...?"

"You pull that, you're dead."

Unaware, the hand of rain rests on a sack of swords.

The southern arch was terrified.

He was a warrior with a unique stat called the Inner Air Force.

Much more emotional than a typical Warrior family player.

But you put your hand on a sword sack without even noticing it?

"Khh!"

The southern arch hurriedly retreated. Eyes mixed with awe and vigilance turned toward the rain.

"How…."

The thought of being careless passed through my head.

"Oh, I'll tell you in advance. It's not like you weren't careful or focused. You're just weak."

"……."

"So you don't have to talk nonsense masquerading as if you were careless."

A thick tendon appeared on the forehead of the southern arch. He pulls out his sword without hesitation.

"How dare you unravel Korea...!"

Woodpeck!

"Aaaaaaaah!"

A scream burst out.

Even before he finished speaking, the rain that approached suddenly twisted his wrist.

The sword I was holding fell to the ground.

"Don't mix up his national feelings. Aren't you tired?"

Rain seemed pathetic.

"Is your country that important? Then at least more taxes, my man. Those who have nothing like you go to a different country for nothing, they become patriots."

"Son of a bitch..."

"Hey, and in common sense go to another country 'these crazy things!' Would that help the image of your country? Huh? You shouldn't think about the country, man."

"Argh!"

The southern archipelago rushed to the rains like a seizure.

The rains lightly twisted and lifted the knees. The southern arch grabbed his stomach and twisted it on the floor.

"Huff! Huff!"

"You!"

Heh heh!

The men behind the southern arch drew their swords.

Rain opened its mouth in a low voice.

"I told you not to pull it."

Live like an explosion.

I got tired of the faces of the men.

"Ugh."

It was not a life I could generally feel.

Live a life that makes you feel 'eaten' rather than 'dead'.

Their bodies hardened like frogs with giant predators in front of their eyes.

"You guys are not fools, so you know you're not going to win this fight, right?"

"Argh……."

The men drowned.

They also knew that the 3rd Battalion Commander Nam Sungjin could not swing the weapon and could not defeat the opponent.

The fallen southern arch hit the ground hard.

"Cough! Cough! Go, dare ha, Korea.."

"Oh, you son of a bitch, you're still out of your mind."

Rain grabs the back neck of the fallen southern arch and lifts it up.

"The power of the nation is determined by the people. That way, I can only eat my flesh if I set up a bloodbath?"

"……."

"Oh, this expression is a little hard to understand. Well, good. I'll tell you what I have to do for the country."

"What are you trying to do?"

"Come and see, I know."

Rain dragged the southern archipelago and headed somewhere.

Kim Shi Hun chased after the rains.

"Where are you going, brother?"

"Sihun, isn't there a good house near here for kimchi dogs?"

"… Yes?"

Kim Si-hun's eyes twitched.

Why are you suddenly looking for a home that works well for Kim Chi Chi Dog?

"If you go back to the alley there is one..."

"All right."

Rain attracted the southern archipelago with a full smile.

As he walked forward, he turned his head and cried out to the men standing far away.

"Hey! Follow me!"

"……."

The men looked at each other and followed behind the rains.

Dalcock!

"Ma'am, here are seven kimchi chips. A lot of meat."

"Whew! Okay, bachelor. But... Where is he hurt?"

"No, you're bluffing. Right?"

The rains pounded the shoulders of the southern arch. His body trembled.

"Wait a bit!"

The lady with the lush impression entered the kitchen.

Soon, the white Kim Chi Chi Dog blooming is ready.

"Hey, what is this?"

"Kim Chi Chi Dog. Try it. It's gonna be amazing."

The rains lightly hit the back of the shaking southern arch.

The face of the southern arch was crumpled.

"Is it only for the country to give you this kind of weed?"

"Catch... Tang...?"

Rain snow grew. Intense livelihoods blossomed.

Rain grabbed his shoulders using even the power of terror. I felt a strong pressure on the shoulders of the southern arch as if pressed against the girdle.

"Argh...!"

"It's not a weed, it's a kimchi dog. Now, all the meat is cooked. You can eat it."

"Argh...."

Nam Gunjin began to eat Kim Chi Chi Dog as he looked at Kim Shi Hoon's eyes.

'Hmm...?'

It was delicious.

Kim Chi has had a strong sour taste before, frowning his face, but he made it out of stew, so the unique sour taste was very sweet.

I tore the kimchi and put it on white rice and ate it with a dot of meat, and the spicy flavor and the bitterness spread all over my mouth.

'Was there this food in Korea?'

Of course, that didn't mean it wasn't delicious enough to calm down.

He was an executive at the Celestial Gate, and the only foods he usually eats were those made by the finest chefs.

In comparison, Kim Chi Chi Chi Dog was close to a cheap instant.

'But you keep eating without knowing why.'

One day, a piece of rice air disappeared.

It wasn't just you. Even four of his men who came to Korea with him started eating Kim Chi Chi Dog noticing little by little.

"Ma'am, three more people here! One more supper, please!"

"Okay, bachelor! Whoops! You're eating well!"

Rain looked at the southern archipelago with a full smile.

"What do you think, it's delicious?"

"... Hmm."

"Phew. Looks delicious. You can eat as much as you like until it explodes."

Rain hums its nostrils and eats a bite of kimchi stew.

"Actually, I don't have much patriotism about Korea. But you have to admit one kimchi dog. Don't you think?"

"Well, not that far."

"I've already emptied my second air bag, and I don't know what it is. Anyway, okay? Telling the good culture of your country! This is for the country, man. Don't be such a jerk by biting the bubbles."

"……."

Finally, rainfall focused on eating kimchi dogs.

After the meal, the rainfall, which had eaten so many sheep that others were frightened, stood up.

"Let's go, Sihun."

"Ah, yes…."

"Then count here and go back to China. If you want to see what the sword is, tell him to come himself."

With that horse, the rain left the shop.

So the leftover southern archipelago looked ridiculous.

'No, you want me to do the math?'

A warm Korean enveloped him.

* * *

"So... Kim Chi Chi personally came back with something to eat?"

A huge room. A dry man sits in a chair that feels more magnificent than glamorous.

He was as dry as a broken body, but the wind from him was squeezing the entire surroundings.

Cherry Blossom.

Even though it dominated China as a whole, it was not an exaggerated name for the player.

"Sin, sorry!"

Kneeling before the Heavenly Council, the southern arch trembled in horror.

Suffocating tension pushed me into the room.

"Ha, ha."

A burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Kurung!

The whole room shook back at the sound of Cheonmujin's laughter.

"Great! Fun! I like him so much!"

He burst into laughter on the basis of one word.

"By the way."

Suddenly the atmosphere changed.

Cheonmujin glances at the Southern Palace camp with sharp eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to be polite and polite?"

"Well, that's..."

"What? Did you want to go out there and surprise me again? Even pooping on the name of the Celestial Gate?"

"Oh, no!"

"It's nothing."

Cheonmujin reached out.

In a powerful intake of Qi, the southern arch was dragged to Cheonmujin.

Grasping his neck roughly, Cheonjin opens his mouth in a low voice.

"I sent you because you speak Korean, and you installed it without knowing the world."

"Huff! Sin, sorry...."

"It's a doorway. You don't need an astronaut to attack an unmanned person."

"That, that!"

Cheonmujin lightly shook his hand.

The body of the southern arch bounced off the wall.

"Hahaha. I told you to come yourself..." "

Cheonmujin stood up in his place.

This was the first time since he was recognized as a World Ranker.

"I told you to come, so you should go."

"Are you going to Korea, Father?"

A beautiful voice as if the octopus were rolling.

Cheonmujin turned his head to the place where the sound was heard.

In Korea, a woman with a Chinese head, commonly called a dumpling head, approached him.

Dark brows on a slender body. Smart nose and red lips. It was a woman who was naturally colored just by standing still.

Thousand kilns.

He was the father and daughter of Cheonmujin, and was also a powerful man in the hands of the Celestial Gate.

"Why, that sword dragon is so handsome, do you want to see it?"

"Hohoho. What are you talking about, Father?"

Cheonyeon leaned against the armrests of the chair and twisted his smooth legs.

"I don't care if I'm stronger than you."

"Argh."

Cheonmujin swallowed the immersion as if it were difficult.