The next day.
“Chung Myung! Chung Myung! Wake up! The lord is looking for you… Uh? What is this?”
Yoon Jong, who came in slamming the door went wide eyed.
“Ah, all these bottles?”
There were a lot of bottles on the ground, and Chung Myung lay in the middle of it all. Yoon Jong looked around shocked.
‘You drank all this by yourself?’
What was with this guy? Even five people wouldn’t be able to do this. Yoon Jong hurriedly shook Chung Myung to wake him up.
“Chung Myung! Chung Myung you bastard! Wake up!”
“Kuak.”
With half opened eyes, Chung Myung frowned.
“D-don’t… my head is ringing.”
“No, you crazy bastard. You drank last night, obviously it is going to keep ringing! Cultivate and get it out of your body!”
“Why would I drink if I wanted to do that…”
‘Uh… that is right.’
There was no need to drink alcohol if he wasn’t going to get the feeling of being intoxicated. If he didn’t want to get drunk he would rather have tea
No, this isn’t important now!
“Wake up! The Lord wants us to have breakfast together!’
“Ugh.”
Chung Myung reluctantly raised his upper body. But he couldn’t completely stand, and he sat down grabbing his head which hurt from the noise.
“Ugh. I am going to die.”
Yoon Jong shook his head and then Yu Yiseol came into the room and looked around frowning.
“This.”
“…”
“Coming into this sajil’s room to see this mess… It’s terrible.”
“…”
“Yoon Jong.”
“Yes, sago.”
“Let’s clean this.”
“…”
Yoon Jong took a deep breath and began to sweep away the bottles which were scattered along with her.
‘But why did he drink this much?’
Although Chung Myung liked to drink, he was always aware of where and how much he could drink. So, they had never seen him drink this much in a place he shouldn’t be getting drunk.
But this… did he drink so much that he fell asleep?
“What happened?”
“It is stress from work.”
Chung Myung nodded and got up from his place and walked out.
“Ugh. This cannot be. This is such a waste.”
Chung Myung licked his lips and stretched out his hands.
‘Uh?’
Yoon Jong’s eyes widened as he saw what Chung Myung was doing.
Wheik!
A fire rose from Chung Myung’s fingertips. At the same time, a pungent scent began to flow in all directions from his body.
“W-what? What is with the fire?”
‘This idiot is now going to set fire to someone else’s house!’
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
