Return of Mount Hua Sect

"I got you, you son of a b*tc*!"

Chung-Myung raised himself with a grin. The wrist-grabbing beast tried to pull his hand out with a bewildered face, but Chung-Myung could not have let go of it gently.

"Hey!"

The pleural fluid quickly raises the other hand and tries to hit Chung-Myung. But at that moment, the door opened wide and brightened up the area around the room.

It was Hwang Jong.

That's it's byeok.

He walked in with a stiff face and opened his mouth in a heavy voice.

"What the hell are you doing there? General?"

"……."

Bonja Bok (子服)), the superintendent of the galaxy who held Chung-Myung's hand, looks back embarrassed.

"Cow, Sodan!"

"I'm asking you what you're doing."

Bonja Bok distorted her face.

"I'm just trying to figure out how the paint works.…."

The answer to that came from Chung-Myung, not Wang Jong.

"Oh, you're gonna check and kill me?"

Chung-Myung waved the hand of the Chancellor he was holding.

"There's some kind of misunderstanding.…."

"Misunderstanding? I like misunderstanding, too. Yay!"

Chung-Myung jumped to his feet.

Bonja Bok looks at Chung-Myung with big eyes.

"Boo, I'm sure you're seriously injured...…."

"It must have been a misunderstanding. It's this normal."

"……I was unconscious."

"Oh, I haven't slept well lately. It's been a while since I slept well."

Bonja Bok gnashed her teeth.

"You fooled me."

"You can't say that. You have to insist that it's a misunderstanding. If you say that, it'll show that you've decorated something."

"Lee!"

Bonja Bok hit Chung-Myung with a left-handed left field. But Chung-Myung neatly escaped the hand and jumped off the bed, letting go of Bonja Bok's hand.

Then I walked towards Wang Jong without looking back.

"Look, you said you'd come out, right?"

"…mmmmm."

Hwang Jong nodded with heavy eyes.

"I was half-hearted about what you said, but I have nothing to say about it. Of all things, the Chancellor who I most certainly didn't believe was a felon."

Hwang Jong's eyes glaring at Bonja Bok were freezing cold.

Seeing that look, Bonja Bok realized that no excuse was meaningless. He stares at Chung-Myung with a stiff face.

"How did you doubt me?"

"I didn't doubt it."

"……What?"

Chung-Myung shrugs.

"I never guessed who the scar was. I know I've only been here a few days. I thought he would come to kill me if I pretended to be able to heal him roughly and lay down in my wounds."

"……what if I didn't come?"

"I have no choice but to come."

Chung-Myung smirks.

"It's hard to kill the first one, but it's not that hard for two people. And if you kill me now, you can lay the blame on Jong Nam, so why would you miss that opportunity?"

"You kissed Jong-nam in advance, didn't you?"

Chung-Myung looks at Bonja Bok with a sour face.

"No, I don't."

Bonja Bok's distorted face suddenly went blank.

"……no?"

"Yes, they're just picking a fight. I was thinking about how to solve this problem, but it made the situation. Thankfully."

Bonja Bok bit her lips.

"Internal injuries! I don't know about anything else, but the congressman said he was hurt to the point where his wits were strict!"

"If it was hard to fool an ordinary congressman, I wouldn't even start. You keep asking me obvious questions."Chung-Myung shrugged.

"I think you have a lot of questions, but it's not important to answer your questions. The important thing is that you were set up, and I found a pleural fluid that killed Hwang Dae-in."

"Hahahaha."

Then all of a sudden Bonja Bok smiles and turns her head and looks at Hwang Jong.

"Sodanju, don't tell me you believe him?"

"……is there anything I wouldn't believe?"

"You don't sound like a bright little wine. Isn't there something important missing in that kid's logic?"

"What's important?"

Bonja Bok nods her head.

"Yes, the fact that I tried to hurt that child is no evidence of involuntary harm. Why would I do such a thing? How much has the landlord done for me? That's why Sodan didn't doubt me either, right?"

"Hmm."

Hwang Jong was drooling.

It's an obvious excuse, but it certainly wasn't wrong.

"Then why on earth did you want to kill the small stamp? Why hide the fact that you've mastered martial arts?"

"Isn't he misleading the small wine? Even the great masters failed to fix Danju. By the way, how can he fix Danju?"

"Then you should have convinced me!"

"If I persuaded you, would you have heard? I'm out of my mind. Other than a seduced man never listens to others! Killing him and killing him was the only way to bring the small wine to its senses! That way, I can continue my treatment for Danju!"

For a moment I heard a murmur.

Hwang Jong turned his head away.

Each of the servants, who gathered after hearing the disturbance, was talking with mastery. General Bonja Bok seemed to be saying that he was not so wrong. I couldn't hear the sound of words, but the gaze and expression were.

As such, Bonja Bok's words were convincing.

"Are you done talking?"

But then Chung-Myung took a step forward, breaking the ice.

"……."

Bonja Bok stares at Chung-Myung.

"It's true that I tried to kill you, but I've never harmed Danju. You, too... ..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Chung-Myung shakes his hand lightly and cuts Bonja Bok off.

"No, no, no. I don't want to know why, and I don't want to hear excuses. Why bother doing such a thing?"

"What……?"

"You'll just have to beat him!"

Before anyone could stop him, Chung-Myung flew quickly toward Bonja Bok.

Then, aim for his head and stretch out the excellence.

Chung-Myung's hands emit intense light with a crackling sound. Bonja Bok, who guessed the power in the flying hand, stretches out against Woosu and blocks Chung-Myung's hand.

Argh! Argh!

Both hands cross each other and Chung-Myung retreats.

"Now, pay attention!"

And lift the superior water up.

"Well, that one!"

Everyone who saw his hand stretched out doubted his eyes.

The black handprints near Chung-Myung's wrist are so clear. The handprints turned white and disappeared, and soon turned Chung-Myung's entire wrist red.

Chung-Myung slowly opened his mouth as everyone watched the scene with bated breath.

"It's called a dagger."

Chung-Myung waves slightly. As if everyone should look straight.

"The man hit by the sweet horse that rose to the stage could not stand a single meal and died with his whole body dyed dark red. Of course this guy's isn't that bad, but it's not too much to kill. It's easier than easy, especially if your opponent is an ordinary old man who hasn't mastered martial arts.""……."

As soon as Bonja Bok, who was struggling, tightened his neck, Chung-Myung beat him without giving him a break.

"If you are the only one who can continue to inject short-horse power without any doubt, I believe you are not the criminal."

The horse was the decisive blow.

There is anger in the eyes of those watching. Don't you call it a hundred-and-a-half sight? No one here would trust Bonja Bok's words more than her own eyes.

The change in Chung-Myung's right hand is too similar to that of Hwang Dae-in, who is now bedridden.

"Hey, hey, you ungrateful son of a b*tc*!"

"How dare you kill Dan-ju and then do the act of a general!"

"I wouldn't want to beat him to death!"

Just as everyone's mood changed, Hwang Jong did not shake anymore.

"Cho-ong and ah-an!"

His angry voice rumbled through the top of the galaxy.

"Overpower the Chancellor right now! If you defy me, you can kill me!"

At the behest of Wang Jong, servants rush into the room. Then Bonja Bok, biting her lips, fired tension at the crowd.

"Argh!"

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Those who enter the room are enraged by Bonja Bok's tension and fall.

"Darn it, it's almost over!"

Bonja Bok glares at Chung-Myung with eyes filled with original poison.

"If it hadn't been for this kid!"

"I'm gonna make this kid feel bad."

Chung-Myung stuck out his mouth.

I'm not even a baby, but I feel twice as bad because I'm being blamed for being a baby.

"In a little while, revenge will be over! If I knew this would happen, I'd rather take my life! I didn't think about coaxing that stupid little sodan...…."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Chung-Myung shakes his hand.

"Well, of course there's a lot of circumstances, but you can talk about it later at the government office. Let's get it over with now. I'm a little sleepy because I just woke up. I should knock him down and get some rest of his sleep."

"Hit him down?"

Bonja Bok set off the mine.

"Hahahaha! This young man is beyond self-indulgence. I don't even know how you knew, but you dare say that the martial arts I've mastered is a trick, and yet you'll knock me down? You're the one who I don't know.

"No."

"……Huh?"

"How could I do such a thing? There's someone else who would do that. There, there."

Chung-Myung pointed somewhere in the back.

Then everyone's eyes are on one place.

"……me?"

Isong Baek, who was staring blankly at the situation from the back, points his finger to my face.

"Me?"

"Oh, Jongnam's hero is here to subdue Madu. Please take good care of me without hurting me."

"Oh, no, me?"

"Then who's here?"

When Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide and asked back, Isong Baek noticed the situation. Come to think of it, since Kimok Sseung dragged his students back, the highest number here is of course Isong Baek.

"My, why would I..."…."

As soon as Isong Baek asked, Chung-Myung pointed to the side with a slight chin. Turning to him, Isong Baek only then found Hwang Jong staring at him.

"Oh, yes!'

This is a chance to patch up his accident! Now that I look back on it, I doubt it was an accident, but anyway!

"Jongnam's sword will deal with the villain!"

As Isong Baek rushed forward, pulling out a sword, Chung-Myung quickly cleared the way to the side and clapped."Wow, heroism!"

I wanted to swear to shut up, but I couldn't afford it for Isong Baek, who was just in battle.

Leaving behind the battle between the two, Chung-Myung slowly approached Hwang Jong.

"You've solved one."

"……isn't it over yet?"

"I'll catch you in a minute. He's a great student, and he can't be beaten by someone who hasn't mastered martial arts."

"What do you mean, you don't get it right? If you were at this level earlier...…."

Then Chung-Myung reaches out to Hwang Jong so that others can't see him.

His hands turn black and then turn white, and soon turn red.

"……."

"I didn't lie. It's true that he's mastered the sweet horse. I'm just showing you a little bit of where it's going to show up later."

"Huh...."

Wang Jong, who burst into laughter, couldn't resist and asks.

"Is the small stamp a real master?"

"Of course."

That's the most experienced master in the world.'

Yes?

I'm telling you.

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