Book 6 Chapter – 7
I was a mute who couldn’t do it.
The rising power of the Pyo-guk industry, which is increasingly gaining popularity these days.
He has never had any particular discontent with his life.
I was satisfied with the present and wasn’t too greedy. But it is
It was a few days ago.
A young man, blindfolded by his flabby bangs, came in front of him.
Until I put out a letter.
Servitude!
We’re asking you to provide every convenience in the best possible condition.
A letter bearing the seal of Jang Woo-yang, the Eighth Prosecutor’s Office of Angpyo State Preceptor.
You have enough power to turn the country upside down.
It was going.
These days, Changchang Province and Changgang Gyorong have been buried in the sky.
An insincere and lax root of Jisung and Heavenly judges.
Complaints about nonchalance were flying in the sky. The sky and the ghost…
I’m so busy, I don’t want to kill people like that and leave them on the ground.
Is it?
« Dear brother, do you think we’ll be able to finish this ticket safely? »
The total number of votes responsible for passing the leadership and representation of the Namchang Branch;
Poongdo Sang-hae asked his brother, Su Jang-hae, with a stiff face.
« How can I discuss the outcome of a matter without permission? The will of heaven.
I have no choice but to wait! »
« It’s because I don’t trust the sky these days. I hope you’re safe. »
Even the total votes were filled with complaints that seemed to have been engraved on the face of the award.
« How can you be the only one who feels that way? Let’s be strong and persevere! »
A head who knows better than anyone that it’s a word to himself.
It was the sun.
There have always been signs to Mt.Mudang. It’s not every time, but a ticket.
Even though I’ve been there hundreds of times, I’ve been to Mt. Wudang this time.
It was a sea burial that seemed unusually long and rough.
« Phew! »
I didn’t even sigh, but it came out naturally.
« If I run into them at this rate… »
The river of Janggang Waterway British Woong Federation Janggang Waterway Eighteen Chae
Heukryongchae, the ruler of the Hobuk Waterway!
They’re the ones we always run into, but the ball has never crashed.
I’ve been respecting him.
Of course, there is quite a lot of treasure in this. Originally, green forests or watercolors.
