Auto Hunting

Heat erupted from inside the restaurant.

"Hnng!?"

The workers who were flying the food groaned.

"Stay back! It's dangerous."

The prime minister, who had learned the basics, stopped the rest.

A hunter from the Red Dragon Society.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

The sweat flowing through the temples was for two reasons.

from the inside of the building.

because of the heat caused by the salts of the sheep seed family (63907;).

And one more thing.

'This... is the Circuit.'

Salt of ignition.

Due to its nature, controlling the owners' feelings can be a great disaster around them.

So the members of the Yangshen family, including the latter, know how to deal with errors, but also make clothes from firearms.

Yangjeongcheon, if there are exceptions.

You can't always control your emotions.

Yang Jingcheon, however, overcame it by mitigating her own error of emotion.

His anger does not lead directly to ignition.

It's just suffocating heat, and it's squeezing around.

"Father!"

The mourning took place.

A look of embarrassment.

She didn't know what she was talking about just now.

But it was clear that Yang Jingcheon was angry with Yooseong.

Before he even thought about it, he moved his body.

I approach Yooseong and turn my back, looking at my father.

"Run the error around your body. Then you'll feel a little better..."

I turned my head and said,

"......."

Yooseong was speechless.

He couldn't even understand Chinese, and he couldn't hear the hissing.

"Say that again, will you?"

I squeezed out the damaged meteor's hearing.

"You. Just like you told me. Exactly."

Only Yang Jingcheon's voice filled with heat resounded.

Electromagnetism.

- China has a wireless capability.

- Oh, I wonder if that's even possible.

- We're gonna have to do some fusion later.

For Korean hunters, it's almost like an urban legend.

But I just confirmed that Yooseong is true.

I've heard things I can't hear yet.

The error in his voice reached inside his ear, beyond the damaged auditory nerve, and was able to convey the words of Yang Jingcheon right away.

And then...

"Come on!"

It wasn't just a voice.

If you change your mind, it will stretch your error to reach your neural system.

Of course, the error consumed in the 'consonant' is very small. It's hard to touch a fur.

But what about it?

Sheep seed family salts, which seamlessly heat a wide interior with only emotional changes (£63907;).

As long as Yang Jeongcheon is willing,

Yooseong may not be able to recover his hearing again.

"......."

Yooseong was closing his eyes.

Rainy sweat.

You continue to mutter something that sounds like it's in your mouth.

"If you're expecting a different answer, I'm sorry, but so am I. The things that you're giving me. I don't think it means that much to me."

"You arrogant bastard!"

This was why Yang Jingcheon was truly furious.

I was rejected.

No, I was ignored.

A stranger who rolled over from the east end. No matter how talented you are, you won't be happy to hand over the next generation to your family.

But I was prepared.

It's just as precious.

But what?

"No value? Is this the Red Dragon Society? How dare..."

"This..."

At that moment,

"Can you hear me?"

"......!"

He opened his eyes.

At the same time, Yangjeongcheon's eyes shook.

Like Yooseong said,

It's because Yangjeongcheon really heard it.

The voice of a meteor that echoes deeper than before.

Echolocation.

As a meteor, today,

For the first time in my life, please.

"I didn't think it was going to be like this... but it's simpler than I thought."

"Simple…"

Simple?

Yangjeongcheon looked at Yooseong with wet eyes.

The sudden shiver of heat filling the room.

It is not difficult to capture voices in error.

But it's just a precaution.

The error of capturing the voice should be aimed at the ear of the opponent quickly and accurately.

Even though I have received various talented education since I was a child, I still understand and practice the principle.

"I'm learning a similar principle."

Yangjeongcheon could feel it.

It slipped into his ear.

Ultra-thin thread feel.

"I tried it once. It works, for sure."

Parasitic Bees.

Taxi Seong-wook pulls a very thin thread and delivers the error into the passageway.

Yooseong pulled out the strand and placed it on Yang Jingcheon's ear.

After several trial and error, he finally gave up his voice.

"I'm really sorry."

'Reload' was also completed.

"Twice, the first thing you threatened to do to me is chew Yang Jeongcheon."

The reason Yooseong was wet was not because it was hot.

Concentration so you can't feel the heat.

There was already enough error at the end of the Parasitic Bee thread on Yang Jingcheon's ear.

Thin but hard.

"If you do something for me, you get more than that."

Yang Jingcheon knew it wasn't a lie.

Even if he attacks in the same way, he should only burn inside his ears.

But the meteor will detonate a small ruptured grenade.

"... You're strong."

Yingjeongcheon, purely amazed, said.

Even if you have the talent and experience to break down the principle of a vocabulary in an instant, the focus to do so in this situation is a separate matter.

"Maybe I should tell you that this is the wrong era for you. Bladers are better suited than hunters."

"That doesn't sound so good to me."

Yooseong got up from his seat.

"Are we going?"

"I refused, and I'm not good enough to sit here and eat."

While saying it out loud,

Yooseong still didn't let go of the tension tied to the end of the Parasitic Bee thread.

"Hey."

Yang Jingcheon opened her mouth.

My feelings have disappeared like snow.

Instead, a new emotion shook my head.

"I've been out of line for a while now..."

"I'm done with the struggle."

He read it early and cut it off.

I can see the Chinese repertoire now.

"Why, are you afraid?"

Yang Jingcheon's voice was clearly a provocation.

It's the boiling of blood.

After all, he has lived unmanned for over half a century.

Even though he was a long distance from the duel, this young man won a good fight with himself.

I thought there was no greed for nothing anymore.

Yooseong pulled a fire into it.

"Well, do I have to die? I'll do my best."

"You'll have to kill him."

"...... What?"

On crutches.

"If you ask me how, I can't explain it."

Yooseong groaned.

"If you stick with me, you will no longer be the source of the Red Dragon Circle."

Before Yang Jingcheon understood what he was saying,

"The 'family', as you said, came to see me because of that. because I learned it was called paparazzi. Of course, if it's okay for me to be outside in the Red Dragon Conference, that's a great experience."

Yooseong coldly looked down at Yang Jingcheon.

"How. Would you like to try it?"

"......."

Yangjeongcheon raised her hand.

I gave it to him once.

"There you go."

"Of course."

The sound of crossing crutches and footprints leaves the restaurant.

Yang Jingcheon raised her cup of tea again.

Here,

The flames never caught fire.

The fire went out so blankly.

"Father…"

"He had no intention of inheriting the Red Dragons."

Even though I couldn't understand the words, I understood the situation just as well.

She wasn't stupid.

But at first, I brought him home with a similar heart to my father and asked him for lunch.

Grass shrunk.

My face is sad, too, only in front of my father.

I looked up at her.

"But I don't know."

"......?"

"I'm not interested in the Red Dragon Society, but if I'm still in a relationship with you, I haven't even started yet."

"But..."

"If you want, go and try your best."

"......!"

Her eyes fluttered.

What Yang Jeongcheon said was that it had nothing to do with the succession.

I haven't thought about it in my whole life.

"What are you so confused about!"

"Yes, yes!"

The smoke ran straight out.

The workers who brought the dishes were walking around behind Yangjeongchun, noticing.

"Get me a drink."

Yang Jingcheon mutters, sniffing and not blinking a wink of sobriety.

"Well, if it's going to fall like this..."

There was a faint smile on his mouth.

"Getting one of my daughters out of here wouldn't be so bad."

Of course, that would be the best way to do it.

...

We still have a long way to go to the hospital.

Yooseong raised his hand.

Queek!

It's like I'm pressing a button.

The smoking stopped immediately.

"Can I, uh...?"

Do you realize you can't hear him until you spit it out? The smoking flashes out of his pocket.

Yooseong bowed his torso.

"Ah?"

Cook.

I felt mourning.

His thumb pressed against his lower lip.

Very gentle pressure.

When his finger fell off,

A thin thread was hanging over her lips.

"Still, it's better to listen to each other and talk. '

Conclusion.

I wanted to test some of the new skills I learned from the brutal meal I just had.

Yooseong explained with a simple English word and gesture.

I understood the parable quickly.

Within

"Can you... hear me?"

Chinese.

"Yes, I can hear you. If you're right to ask if I can hear you."

Korean.

even though they don't understand each other.

Then the sounds of each other intersect perfectly.

"You have a beautiful voice."

Of course, I didn't stop the car to hear that.

"Eat. Bob."

"Bob… merger…?"

"We didn't get out of lunch."

And then I understood.

The parable smiles brightly.

It's like a smile that's blown up depression all at once.

The reason for raising his hand was across the street.

There was a street vendor selling grilled lamb skewers and rice.

Tak!

Don't take a step.

It was a euphemism to run willingly and place an order.

"Can't I have a credit card?"

Of course it can't be like that.

The moment the face of the mourning reappeared.

"Here."

Yooseong gave me money from behind.

I always had enough money to buy something from the store.

While glancing at the smoke, Yooseong threw a joke.

"do not burn again. OK?"

And I regretted it.

The result was to make the face of mourning even sweeter.

Of course, unlike before, she was dressed in clothes brought from home.

Only people who ate lamb skewers near the market.

"What? Why is it so hot?"

They're complaining and flapping their sleeves.

So they ate both rice and lamb.

Sitting crouched down on a sidewalk block next to a sprawling supercar.

He started eating right away.

"......."

I felt it openly.

The gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the gaze of the gaze.

I thought about it for a while.

Yooseong put down the spoon for a moment and said.

"I. Ideal. There is."

"......!"

Isn't the word "ideal" that easy? I hesitated for a moment before saying it, but it was one of the words I studied all three days.

"Bob. Eat well. Women."

The effects were amazing.

It's a blessed thing to say.

When the rural grandmothers saw it, they smiled with great joy, and mourning filled their balls with food in a bowl of styrofoods.

"......."

I tried to eat comfortably, but seeing that scene made Yooseong's mind complicated.

'Honestly, it's cute.'

It's a man, after all.

It was 30 years old this year.

Honestly, nowadays, I'm going to be in the range of Yi Pal Youth.

But if you look back over the past year,

'... something happened.'

Nothing.

Even if it's a moment.

Long-term excitement for more than one day.

No matter what,

Feels good beating to excite a man every night.

Of course, Yooseong was not a race that had to live with it.

But, you know, in the moment,

The meal of the silent encounter caused Yooseong to become emotionally numb for a very short time.

A gaze that you don't even know you're wearing.

"......?"

Of course not.

"......!"

I have no choice but to notice that.

The sight of Yooseong and his eyes became stiff for a moment.

Two balls still full of food.

"You have to swallow this! '

That was my gut feeling.

With two big eyes, he moves like a squirrel chewing his cheeks.

"Phew."

He spit on it.

I lowered my head for a moment, then listened again.

Smiley face.

As for the story,

Gulp.

It was after I barely handed over what was already in my mouth.

"......."

For a very short time, the accumulated situation and atmosphere created what was Yooseong thinking.

No one knows what would have happened there if time had passed safely.

Ji-

Wide, rapidly resounding magnetic resonance.

I didn't hear it.

I also felt the skin of Yooseong.

A year ago.

The feeling he felt the day he first discovered the button.

In close proximity,

Signs that the crack is opening right now.

Microscopic fungi...

Before I finished thinking about him,

Paen-!!

Horrible pressure hits the distance.

The window breaks and people scream.

Of course, no one was badly hurt or killed, but it was going to happen soon.

Lots and lots.

"Son of a bitch..."

Until just now,

There was no wet man anywhere.

Yooseong,

One hunter raises his head and looks up at the crack in the air.

At first glance, two to 300 meters is much larger.

And I prayed earnestly.

Please don't let the monsters out there.

But I don't know about Meteor.

Injuries were unfortunate.

Black figures were pouring down from the sky.

The worst civil disaster in China's history has just begun since the dawn of crack creation.