Auto Hunting

Yooseong was blindfolded for a while.

'What is this….' and a mobile phone. And the face of mourning. Once in a while. Twice. Three times. The more she did, the redder her face became, which allowed her to recognize her new parable.

Not a hunter.

Women a few years younger than her own age.

The parable was silent.

I grab my head and grab the crooked knee's crooked collar. 'I thought it was the same type as Shin Yoo Hee... I was unconsciously thinking of Yooseong and then I started to flinch. But it was true.

The hunting attitude was the same, but the cold was different from Shin Yoo-hee, who was imprinted throughout the day. The human is a hundred and eighty degrees different from the hunter.

Surprisingly, I was in my mid-twenties with shame.

"......."

Less.

When Yooseong was silent,

With a trembling hand, she reached out her hand.

Are you asking for a cell phone?

Yooseong reached out his phone.

As soon as the cell phone is delivered from Yooseong's hand with the hand of non-smoking, chin.

"Oh!"

A hand so trembling.

Cell phone drops down.

Of course, the two who missed it were both hunters.

A man and a woman whose reflexes and impulsiveness are well above average.

Zek-

Reach for your reflective hand.

With a very natural result,

"...."

"......!"

Two hands are stacked on the phone.

Yooseong's hands were on his phone, and his hands were overlapping.

So far, it's been an epileptic.

"Ugh?!"

Moaning.

Yooseong quickly pulled out his hand.

Uxin.

Excruciating pain in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry!"

When I heard the Chinese language screaming in embarrassment, I realized that the pain was quite familiar.

Burns?

A feeling similar to when you catch a pot that is seared without thought.

But wasn't the hand of mourning that caught Yooseong?

"Oh my God, oh my God."

He exclaimed in embarrassment, but his hands were moving.

Pull out the handkerchief from your pocket and wet by tilting the kettle next to the bed.

Before you hand it over,

She closes her eyes and sighs.

I realized Yooseong.

... salt! '

She couldn't wrap the handkerchief herself, and she handed it to Yooseong.

The temperature of the towel felt warm.

Apparently, the water in the kettle was cold.

- I'm sorry, sir. I am so sorry.

The smoke was almost sobbing.

'Is this the type where emotional fluctuations have a strong effect?'

The error is highly influenced by the user's condition and emotional state.

Common hunters, however, do not do much harm around the emotional outbursts of Corona alone.

The problem is the salt.

It is the case that the error itself has a special nature.

For just a short while, I had seen the salt of Ascension.

At the time of the hunt, he saw the flames that wrapped around the Red Dragon Brotherhood when he tried to conquer the smoke.

'At that time, he seemed to be in control.'

Even if I came here to deliver an embarrassing message, I can't say I'm more nervous than I was during the hunt.

Yooseong shook his hand, but the mourning stood up and bowed his elongated head.

And then...

"Huh?"

I could smell it burning somewhere.

No, I was on it.

"Huff!"

"Ahh!"

Smoke was rising from the edge of the loose-mouthed sweatshirt.

It was a little inappropriate.

Yooseong was able to resolve the question.

'Clothes.'

A costume for a monument that was hostile enough to make you feel almost exposed.

'The fire itself had a fire-fighting capability.'

It was a good guess.

And of course, that wasn't why it was such a burdensome design.

"Oh, my God. What should I do?"

In just a moment,

The smoke that was rising in the heart of the smoke was now set ablaze.

And it was burning very vigorously.

Not the clothes, not the heart.

...

His menthol had been shattered long before.

'My immaturity caused me a great loss... times.' '

Of course, the appearance of one of the causes did not raise her voice of responsibility.

Anyway, she's the best at meetings.

In the case of hunters who died during the operation, the Chinese industry recognized that their skills were less than their own.

However, we cannot only think that way from the point of view of the organization's practical operator, Sienna.

I had to do something for the meeting.

Something he thought about was Yooseong, and it was a conclusion that his selfishness was unconsciously deeply mixed.

Surprisingly,

There is no big reason why people like someone.

Male and female emotions that can arise only by appearance.

If you think so,

It was not unusual for me to feel sick for the past three days.

Anyway, Yooseong was an excellent hunter.

Survivors who participated in the operation were stunned because they witnessed the ridiculous hunt, not the deaths of their comrades.

It's just the shock.

'Bring him in as a meeting Daryl.'

It's just plugged in a slightly different way for non-smokers.

Like a woman with a stake in her body, she immediately acted.

Over the past three days, I have repeated the practice of writing and reading Korean with all my heat and last name to the tutor.

The same goes for dressing up.

I searched through the casual clothing magazine for 'ordinary women', not my usual outfit.

'Hunting is no different. Let's stay calm.'

I was so determined.

Blubber-

Reality was more harsh than hunting.

It was a critical hit right after the proposal.

The shivering heart makes mistakes.

Repetition of the vicious cycle in which such broken mental faculties make mistakes again.

The flame now almost covers the front of the upper half of the monk.

By this time, my head is almost white.

Thinking is not how you control your mind.

'Soon the sprinklers will be up and running…'

Horrible end.

The rain from the sprinklers will fill the hospital, the fire bells will ring and people will rush in.

Then only her and Yooseong are strangely bamboozled.

It's over.

I said, the moment I stopped thinking.

Yooseong waved his arm.

Then I pressed the button.

Bang, bang.

He then grabs the water kettle and puts it on top of her.

Of course, it's only temporary. Soon, even that water will evaporate, and the flames will burn all around you again, poppet!

Yooseong's hands are dancing.

The error-filled finger merely tapped on the lower abdomen with the neck, upper torso, and a short circuit.

Anesthesia?

No, it was not just anesthesia that hit Yooseong last time.

A prohibition to seal the CE that extends from the core to prevent it from melting the error by itself.

The flaming hand moves in an instant.

Tak!

With one hand, the shoulders of the paralyzed.

And the other hand will shut you up.

"Mouth"?

Yooseong felt something strange.

I immediately put up the automatic hunting button.

"......!!"

I realize it's less than a second to zero.

Fire extinguished top half.

Of course, the clothes were burnt to the ground.

It turns out,

Burns, rather than blemish-free skin, and the overwhelming curvature it draws.

Yooseong was silent for a moment.

It's because I'm suffocating.

That's not why he's a snitch.

Just like all Koreans.

China was truly the world's greatest landscape.

"Ugh!!!"

In the palm of my mouth,

The screams of the screams are silent.

Soon, the smoke died down.

It's because I realized why Yooseong stopped his hand.

Scream here and people will come in, and the front panel will be open to everyone.

Of course, it is also a celebrity named after the injury.

Zek-

Yooseong remained calm.

You take off your hand and turn your head.

Then he turned underneath the bed and pulled out his bag.

Took out a T-shirt and a pair of training clothes.

Instead of looking at it, I pushed it out to the smoker.

I felt the touch of mourning take it, and Yooseong waited.

Till the sound of me wearing all my clothes.

Stupidly,

'No, wait, you can't hear me. And what's with all the clothes?'

I turned my head to turn to Yooseong who realized later.

And I made eye contact.

My face is really flushed to the top of my head, and I'm trying to sneak out of my seat.

"......."

I thought about Yooseong for a while.

Then I reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Dinner."

"......!!?!!"

To a paramour in half a panic,

Yooseong pointed to the clock once.

Lunch was still an hour away.

Then he shoved a spoon up his mouth.

"lunch, together?"

".........."

The smoke didn't blush any more there.

It was already a red site.

Instead, it took a long time to answer.

"... ice... gether..."

"Yes?"

"Yes, yes!"

...

"I'll be back for lunch."

On crutches and out of the room, I see you're doing well.

Seo Yoo gave a very strange face.

He kept leaking something small screaming out of the room, and his clothes changed.

It was definitely trained by Seo Yooseong himself.

- You don't want me to come with you?

"No, it's okay."

While thinking about it for a while, Yooseong shook his hand.

In fact, it would be more appropriate to take Seo Yoo, but the parable that Yooseong judged during the brief commotion was completely false.

And the image seemed so unknown.

Jubbuck.

Yooseong's movements on crutches grew.

But the mourning slowed down.

Just a little bit ahead of the meteor.

Cough.

When pressing the button of the elevator first.

"Oh, thank you."

Yooseong tried to press the second floor.

The hospital's restaurant was over there.

However,

Cough.

The hand of the spreading spring spring was pressed into the ground floor.

It was a parking lot.

"Let's eat outside"? '

Well, four days of hospital food shouldn't be too bad.

That's what he thought.

When the elevator stopped, I got off the crutch.

And then...

"...... years old, Selvago?"

Almost reminiscent of a fighter.

I saw a cruel lump of iron and hardened it.

I was not interested in the car, but it was also a model to know.

A state-of-the-art limited production model for Lamborghini.

whether the speed had exceeded the limits of the existing Supercar or just the unrealistic idea that the parent prince of Northern Europe couldn't find a model to drive a child.

"% $@ # % ^ @ ^ $# @...."

Do I have a reservation at the restaurant?

She hung up on the phone with a faint voice.

And then we hit the car keys.

Weeing.

The car door on the side of Yooseong opens up.

The parable of putting out your palms in a shy manner.

If it was the same, Yooseong would also climb up in wonder.

'This woman is driving a car…?'

Maybe it flips over on the way.

Yooseong got into the car breathing.

Quoo-

Almost thunder,

No, the engine sound is comparable to that of a parent monster.

Yooseong unknowingly grabbed the handle next to the car door.

'Well, it seems to me that I'm going to drive so hard...'

But this time, Yooseong was wrong.

I don't know about meteors.

Because smoking was a crazy bitch among wounded traffic cops.

Queek -

When the car stops,

Yooseong's eyes shook a few times.

I didn't need to look at the dashboard.

I was able to estimate the approximate velocity of the meteor's vision.

'This woman.'

He was shy the whole time he was holding the wheel.

"How much did you... step on downtown?" '

He stumbled down from his car and realized where he was.

Traditional Chinese mansions.

At first, I thought it was just a fancy restaurant.

Either way, he's the one in charge of both the injuries.

But it wasn't.

In Selvago, where he was riding, the super cars were filling the parking lot with countless cars.

And people, too.

"Welcome."

I just came in my car.

Four to the left. A total of more than eight bend at the waist to ninety degrees.

The expression on her face was staggering.

Without parking, get out of the car, nod and throw the key to the employee in front of you.

The servant in the car for parking looked at Yooseong.

Then Yooseong got out of the car, and I could feel it correctly.

"......."

Obviously, driving was in the middle of an accident.

But the front or the back,

Right or left.

There was an endless ledger unfolding.

The silhouette of the skyscrapers is faint from afar.

"Definitely… let's have lunch…"

If it were the same, it would be due to the surprise that Yooseong would follow behind the story without saying a word.

Anyway, he was basically a civilian.

The wealth of first-ever corporate hunting organizations.

China, too.

The continent's enormous level was not only stretched within the common sense of silk.

- Ha-ha!

- Hot!

Somewhere you hear a large group of people clamoring.

I wonder how many people have walked along the listed houses.

"......."

I turned back with a shy look on my face.

I still couldn't understand the Chinese language, but it seemed like I was going to change my clothes no matter how much I pulled my top and said it.

"Well… yes…"

As the mourning hurriedly headed somewhere, the employees guided him instead.

A building that reaches Yooseong.

As I walked in, the interior was like looking at the imperial palace of a Chinese soap opera.

A table appeared after passing by the columns of several individuals.

There were three chairs.

The two chairs were close together.

The other was on the other side of two chairs.

"......."

There was nothing to think about.

Dining table.

The two seats were each his own and his own.

As a matter of course,

Yooseong sat on a chair that fell alone.

When Yooseong was about to stick his butt,

"You don't belong there."

A voice I've never heard before.

But I had heard a similar tone of voice.

A middle-aged man who is somewhat familiar with speaking Korean.

Yooseong turned his head.

"Younger than I thought. He's very young."

Never.

Yooseong had never felt 'Chinese cilantro' looking at Jinyubai.

He was more of a Western fashionista, too.

However, the old man in front of him was different.

I didn't know his name, but I knew it was "Old Chinese Clothes."

The same outfit that men wore in the movie Iso Dragon.

Just wear red.

Unshaven eyebrows and beards were stretched down long.

However,

'Sort of, with the old man.'

I thought, Yooseong.

"Greetings."

"Hello, sleepyhead. What are you standing around for? Your place is over there, not there. Shouldn't we sit together?"

Even his tone is almost a stereotype, and he was second in his class.

Yang Jingcheon met a man who thought he was a son-in-law.

The man who will inherit the Red Dragon's chi.

And I said,

I looked all over his body.

"By the way..."

As a meteor, there is an ambassador for the game.

"Can I touch you?"