Auto Hunting

Auto Hunt By Myself, 44 Coins

"......."

A very short time for the perpetrators.

But on your own terms, it's been a long time.

Dazed,

Jinyubai confronts the sensation that rests on her nose.

Anger was the next thing.

"Huh?"

Except for meteors, no one knew the cause.

"All of a sudden, it's so... cold."

"It's the middle of the summer? I had a good poke until a little while ago..."

The streets,

Everyone walking around was definitely noticing.

The warmth of the skin.

Everyone thought it was because of the changing weather.

It was a perfectly reasonable idea, of course.

They can't help but think that the cause of their horror is simply the anger of one person.

Deer that have never faced a predator before in their life.

Even if I mistook the tiger for my own kin, it's only natural that my body trembles at the sound of its cry and vigor.

"You."

Yooseong was also no different.

Rather, it was a harsh situation.

Knowing the value of monsters confronting you.

And I know that monster's spit wasn't a lie.

- No matter where we are, no matter how many people are watching, you won't be able to open your mouth.

Literally.

You have witnesses?

It wasn't a big deal.

This old man, the authentic bag,

Right now, Yooseong himself,

And I could be the death of everyone on this street.

However,

"You're not running away."

"There's no reason to."

With the automatic hunting button up.

The meteor does not retreat.

"No reason? You have despised me."

Live.

I feel suffocated by myself.

However, Auto Hunt did not flee.

Also, even if it's not an automatic hunt, I don't think he has a reason to.

"I hope you haven't forgotten what you said to yourself."

".......!"

"It's only been a minute, by the way."

The conditions were completely met.

- Do you know a place? Anywhere's good.

Jinyubaik said it himself.

Yooseong agreed.

I've chosen this place for him to set foot on now.

And it worked.

"... if you don't admit it?"

"The story just goes back to square one."

There were many excuses.

The slots were an uncanny surprise, given the years and experience of Jinyubai.

Moreover, there was no power in the hands of Yooseong.

To live or to come.

If he had held so little, he would not have allowed the authenticity even if it was a much faster and stronger attack.

It just snaps at the wrist and hits fast.

Mild enough to frown and talk, even if the non-authentic person is right.

So,

It's a perfect bluff.

But all the more reason.

Excuses are meaningless.

Even if there was no error or power, what kind of poison was Yooseong carrying?

Of course, the poison didn't work on Jinyubai, but the point was one.

Jingbae allowed the attack.

Jinyubai used a shallow number of Yooseong who was careless, but ultimately, the pride of Jinyubai only hurts after saying a long word.

"The origin."

Koo-

Errors bloom from the body of Jinyubai.

Both quantity and quality are overwhelming.

Jingbaek said he had the strength to destroy anything.

"Even if I don't want to make fun of you anymore?"

And Yooseong,

"Well?"

I shrugged.

"Does that make a difference? I'm talking to an outlaw who doesn't intend to keep his word from beginning to end."

That was it.

"...... Phu."

Like a needle balloon stabbed by the horse of Yooseong, the orb boiling around the bag of Jinyuki softened.

At the same time,

- Uh... it's hot again.

- Isn't this the end of the world?

We used to live all over the street.

It disappears quickly.

"I thought it was flat for the last twenty years, but it's plundering here unexpectedly."

The authentic bag had sunglasses in his shirt pocket.

"Yes, I lost."

Until just now,

An incarcerated predator disappears from view of the entire street.

Only fashionable old people remained who could not gauge their age.

His speech changed a bit.

"I, Jinwi-baek, hereby authorize you to use the paparazzi. As long as you do not do another piece of work on this matter, there will be no matter what."

I feel like my hands are loose when I strangle them.

I felt a cold sweat flowing down his back.

But there was still something left to get.

"And…"

"The armor you caught. Take it out again."

"......."

"Do you think I'll steal it? This me?"

His voice was more frustrating than annoying.

"This me? '

Who is Jinyubai?

I can't wait to get chewed up for that pride, but now I'm treated like a thief?

Of course, the silence of Yooseong was a different reason than expected from Jinseok, but after all, he pulled his armor out of the slot.

"......."

The armor that appeared in the hands of Yooseong narrowed his glance.

But we still didn't know.

"What kind of alcohol is that?"

Jinyubai was full of curiosity.

"I don't have to tell you that, do I?"

"What the..."

"I'm not talking about bad feelings. But it wouldn't be rude to refrain from talking about my skills."

"......"

It was a genuine bag that I tasted for nothing.

Maybe one of the reasons he came here in the first place was because he had stolen the vision of death from a child in front of him.

"Damn it."

Jinyubai desperately stopped being curious.

Now is the time to swallow bitter water first.

"You'd better keep your lid shut. It is desirable to breathe less air outside until just before dosing."

"What kind of medication?"

"This is..."

Jinwi-baek swallowed the horse he was about to spit.

A strange smile settled in the old man's mouth.

It's not like they're planning something.

"No, I won't tell you."

A smile like a child's prank.

"The terms of the bet did not include information about its effectiveness. I just promised you I'd help you take it."

"......"

"Didn't you say it with your own mouth? It's not rude to talk carelessly about what you have. I promise you this will never hurt you. You can just eat it."

"......."

Yooseong was never a good face.

It was different from what I had in mind.

'This old man is so immature.'

The tension until just a moment ago seems to be lifting.

"One thing to keep in mind is that after a few days of dosing, you have to clean it thoroughly. That's why you're coming back from that limb tomorrow."

"... Anyway, great. It doesn't matter."

"What?"

"That's still the point."

Jinyubai was ridiculous.

The point?

Foreigners were allowed to use Pacheon Matchu.

And that monopoly... It would be a waste to give to outsiders if they were his disciples.

But isn't that the point?

No, maybe there's more to the story from the beginning.

"You promised."

But it was the most important story for Yooseong.

It's the use of a shameless man, more than I can say for myself.

The most important story for a person named Yooseong.

"He forgives me and my teachers directly."

"Uh…"

"Let's go."

Bang, bang.

Yooseong grabbed the forearm of Jinyubai.

Whether it's the Heavenly Mary's forearm or Buddha's forearm,

"Let's end this neatly."

To apologize to Seong-wook.

"......."

An apology.

No matter how much the world changed, he was the greatest.

I'd say he's been through some remarkable things today, but to what extent it's been a slight stimulus to his long-standing well-being.

Until just now, I thought the authentic bag had been robbed.

But it wasn't.

It looks like the roots of the column are turned upside down.

An apology.

Brainy is almost an instinct.

Swook-

I moved the body of Jinyubai.

"......!"

I noticed Yooseong.

But I didn't react, I didn't press the button.

It was not a problem to blame Yooseong.

Thousands of bags of gin.

A creature that has lived for two centuries has found its bloodline with all its heart power.

No one on the street noticed.

"Hey, man, you know what I just saw?"

- What did you see?

Some witnesses shared what they saw with their acquaintances.

"He punched a very handsome and well-dressed grandfather.... Suddenly, he took out a ring case and confessed something like that.... When they talked about something, he went with him on his shoulder."

-... what are you talking about? Are you drunk?

There was no way to know for sure.

...

"Huff."

As the spring bounces off,

Yooseong's torso exploded.

Then check every corner of your body.

Once there was no problem with the body.

Time is 6: 00 a.m.

When I woke up all the time, Yooseong opened his eyes in his bed.

But I didn't remember lying in bed with him.

Last night, Hemingway from the Jinyubaek School.

Yooseong won, and as soon as he tried to take the wrist of Jinseok and take it to Seong-wook, his consciousness was broken.

And it just happened.

"Damn it."

He scratched his head hard.

Will the authenticity be broken in the end?

No, no, no.

"......?"

Not completely.

Yooseong's eyes woke up from the bed and saw a note on his desk.

It was a note written on A4 paper of Yooseong's room.

Armor that bears the note so it doesn't get blown away by the wind.

Yooseong picked up the note.

- I hope you understand what happened first.

It was written in crooked Korean as follows:

- You may misunderstand, but I'm not running. It reminded me of something I had to do that night. It didn't mean anything else when I found the blood in my system. You lost a lot of time because of me with your nail polish.

"Typo..."

He murmured and continued to read the letter.

- I laid her down and pierced some blood to stimulate the flow of air. Your body will be more comfortable to move. I think it's in your favor.

Then I was definitely warm.

No, no, no.

When I first opened my eyes, I couldn't tell because I was embarrassed.

When I focused, I could tell.

At least in the flesh.

Yooseong was in the best condition.

- Good luck with that. I'll see you the day I get back. Let's also dispose of the pushed calculation with a single dose. Don't get me wrong again.

Yooseong tossed a note.

- I didn't run away.