Reaper of the Drifting Moon MTL

047

047

Oh Won-hoo's eyes fluttered.

There is an image of the world on his retina.

It was

Let's go without any signs

appeared Oh Won-hoo was a well-known master in Sichuan. Such a master could not sense the movement of Pyo-wol at all.

The opponent was a more advanced player than he expected.

Dia

Pyo-wol asked again.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't that enough? They will be reflecting too."

"Who decides that?"

"what?"

'Who can say that is enough?

is it?"

"that... ."

"This is a matter between them and me. But what are you saying that's enough? It's a matter that ends only when I feel good enough."

"Well, everything has a line. I just

The words I said because I wanted you to keep the good

Five."

"Is it a line?"

''The good of common sense, the good of discipline,

There is a line that needs to be turned on."

"But why don't you follow the line?" In an instant, Won-hoo Oh's eyes turned to Gong Jin-Hak.

I went out because of a personal friendship.

However, I really didn't know that it would be such a non-communicative opponent.

He regretted going his own way.

But now come and iron out your remarks

He couldn't even repent.

All the people in the cup

because I was watching.

Face in Kangho is more important than anything else

I did

The reason that he was able to receive treatment and act before was because his face had never been damaged.

A chance!'

In my mind, I wanted to pull out my sword and hit Pyo-wol's neck right away. But the opponent's inaction didn't seem so easy.

The leader of the Gujinpyo-guk was also a master with excellent martial arts skills. such

At this point, I was subdued by the chopsticks thrown by my opponent.

I was possessed by painful moans

It was true that Oh Won-hoo's martial arts were superior to those of Gu Jin-pyo, but it was not enough to subdue them all in an instant.

Pyo-wol asked again. "Why don't you keep the good?" "In the past"

Here, his fate will depend on what kind of answer he gives. The light of conflict was young on Oh Won-hoo's face.

An arc was drawn on Pyo-wol's lips.

The moment Oh Won-hoo's white teeth were exposed between his red lips, he felt a creepy feeling.

Chopsticks in Pyo-wol's hand at any moment

I had a vision that rock was going to pierce my head.

"profit! Don't look down on me." Wu Won-hu voluntarily drew out his sword and tried to wield it.