Auto Hunting

Auto Hunt By Myself, 79 Coins

Pajob-

In the original posture after finishing the space movement, it was inexcusable to reach the crack first.

But Yooseong turned cold.

"Ah......!?"

Pushes the paralysis slightly upward, and pushes his lower body toward the napda crack.

It's like he wants to get inside the crack first.

This was something I had not even heard before, so the latter opened its eyes a little.

Whether or not, Yooseong's eyes were down, toward the dogs that were chasing the chicken.

They didn't bark.

To put it bluntly,

Obviously, they're more like snakes than dogs.

"This representative."

Before the voice of the source, the amulet was already burning on Lee Hye Min's wrist.

The heart of snakes beats together.

The amulet burns.

refraction. and fixed.

The atmosphere around the source of the telescope briefly falters.

Soon, the source of the telescope surrounded the forged statue. On the outside, the source of the distance was still standing, looking up at the sky.

But the three beside me,

Double-

I could hear it even if I couldn't see it.

The sound of muscle swelling.

Unlike other hunters, it was a distant source of imperfect body balance, but his right arm was now deformably expanded.

And a sphincter.

A masterpiece composed of three different Metal Fibers and a tendon extracted from six different giant monsters.

The continent's strongest bow line, which bears the weight of a ton just by a single strand, queek-!

You scream as hard as you can.

Three seconds left.

The tensile strength of the muscles and bowstrings is at their limit, and the tendons of the arms are inflated to a size that is almost as big as a real snake.

Only the eyes of the far source.

"Die."

I lived a frozen life.

And then...

The moment your hand lays the collar of an alloy arrow.

Figure.

It leaves no sound.

A single lightning bolt soared from the earth to the sky.

When leaving the demonstration, it is more than a meter long, but it splits straight up and shatters, eventually only a thin pickax with chopsticks sticks hits the target.

The destination to go was, of course, Yooseong.

Because I pushed the smoke and pushed my lower body into the fracture, my knees were already deep.

'The clumsy self always brings ruin.'

Although not immobile to move, the crack surrounds the target as dense as a swamp.

It's completely impossible to avoid arrows in that situation.

A body with an arrow to the head would still be sucked into the crack and erased the evidence myself.

'We're through.'

Not only the source of perspective, but everyone is convinced, Pa-ang!!

Yooseong's head turned backwards.

"Got it!"

It was the sixth day of the cheer without my knowing it.

"Son of a bitch, at last..."

"Shut up."

In a vision that still seems to be standing still.

He chewed out his anger.

But I couldn't aim a bow at him for six days.

It was a principle of perspective.

Do not engage another target until you have hunted one.

And he has yet to succeed in the hunt.

"You....... son of a bitch……"

It is not the sixth day that cursing is directed at.

Above the sky where you can see and concentrate in the distance.

He's already in a hip fracture.

Yooseong was tilting his head back.

It was really the right position.

Otherwise, the arrow would have actually pierced his head.

The tip was just about to touch the wet Yooseong's jaw.

Burr-

Maybe the fool didn't get through to the target.

The arrow still holding the vibration was firmly held by both hands of Yooseong.

Stannibbles and the Queen's hug, and most of all, to protect all of their hands in an instant.

Cough.

A crack that firmly sinned against his lower half.

If the lower torso were not 'fixed', it would not have been possible to capture it perfectly in the air without proper support.

With a bloodfooted eye, the telescope picked up a second arrow.

However, I soon put it back and scratched my teeth.

Herd.

"Pa-ang!! 'Bondi, there's no way I'm flying.

Due to the sound of Yooseong fishing arrows, all eyes on the street were already on him.

In this situation, the speaker is like a nonsense.

"......."

After the shaking stops,

Yooseong picked up an arrow with one hand.

With all but the head and one arm locked inside the crack, swoop.

Throw it lightly.

Everyone saw it.

Unlike the 'rise', which does not follow its trajectory through the hunter's pupillary nerves, the distance, Lee Hye Min Province.

Even the cameras that didn't even know that the arrow had been fired, they were able to catch the drop with certainty.

A thin metal rod drops through the parabolas and hits the floor.

The streets are full of static.

"What is that..."

"Did Yooseong miss his equipment?"

"It looks like an antenna."

It's his weapon.

It is fortunate that there is no great person at all to recognize the humiliation of the snake that has not been achieved in heaven.

Of course.

"Bastard..."

The parties' opinions were different.

Suddenly, monsters spill out of the crack.

For all the television officials and soldiers who were nervous, the source of relief would be like the Savior.

"It's nothing if you can speak, just a speaker..."

Who would have heard the mumbling anyway.

On a completely reddish white pebble, the only thing left to do was straighten out the situation and move toward the crack.

That was the end of the blockade operation, and even before pulling the demonstration, the source of the source of water stepped into the crack first, with its right arm raised.

But what you see is just landscapes and monsters in this world.

I couldn't even see the picture of him.

Everywhere.

...

My breath fills up to my chin, and my sighs groan.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

She's already pushing beyond the limits of gender.

The order was still generous, but even with the help of the error, they ran fast enough for the body to be grazed first.

China's open plains dominate the landscape.

In such an environment, it was hard to deal with a combination of distance and Lee Hye Min without even looking.

"Hehe."

And yet, unmanned,

He swallows his breath and lifts his head.

Unlike her, there was Yooseong who stood straight.

"Amazing…"

Although not as much as she did, it was evident from her expression that Yooseong was also difficult.

But much calmer, he breathes without panting.

It is not a matter of health or error.

If she fails to control herself mentally, she is an irresistible mental force for her to be born with a highly damaging salt (63907;).

She had no idea, but meteors that were actually lacking in the total number of errors were even more exhausting than her.

Just as much training as anyone can endure, Yooseong has been approached more than anyone else.

Pot.

"......!!"

The phone that appeared in Yooseong's hand.

The smoke was small and resilient.

- Let's pack up and leave. Let's get rid of all the unnecessary.

It was also primarily a recording device that occupied a significant portion of the diving backpack.

A simple structured camera and recording device that are not affected by the magnetic field of the crack.

Yooseong destroyed both his mourning and his devices.

'It's not a dive with a purpose anyway.'

But on the contrary,

It means that the dive's purpose has changed according to Lee Hye Min's taste.

In other words, even if there is no problem with the statue of Zion, if Lee Hye Min catches the bag of "not cooperating" after the dive, the position of the Zion and Red Dragon Society becomes difficult.

So,

Pot.

Meteor pulled out another electronic equipment into the slot.

Two action cams.

This was the 'price' that Yooseong gave to her.

If it weren't for the last dive, Yooseong would have been able to capture information about the other universe in vivid footage for the first time.

Of course, I used it as very useful information to prove his legitimate defence.

If the recitation captures a lot of useful stuff in here with an action cam, it's a pretty light blow to the head of Lee Hye Min's bullshit.

Even though it may be smaller than the dinosaur company, the skills of the Red Dragon Society are also considered within ten fingers in China.

- Can I have my back back back? Let me get that for you.

"...... Yes."

For meteorite imported models, the real-time cloud was forced to wear it all over the body for backup without storage.

Overhead, right shoulder.

And elbows and left knee.

The body of the mourning turned towards the meteor was very small.

No hard spots.

A blazing suit dedicated to the Red Dragon Society that remains on your body.

Because of that, her voluminous backside was revealed.

Not just now, of course, but for any hunter involved in an operation like hers.

With years of practical experience, I've forgotten the shame of costumes….

'Don't let it get hot. Don't let it get hot. Don't let it get hot.'

Today was an exception.

From the first moment I saw him,

No, the smoke has been hot since I put my suit on at home.

Then, I haven't seen Yooseong since the first operation.

It wouldn't have been this bad even when you first wore this suit.

'Don't get hot. Please, just a little bit. Just a little…'

Yooseong's hand was hanging over her neck, now on one elbow.

Maybe it's already overheated.

It's just that Yooseong cares about her and pretends not to know.

If someone lays a freshly cut egg on her head, the white one may ripen right away.

Anyway, the asteroid continued to mount smoothly, and the crisis came from an unexpected place.

The left knee I never thought of.

The moment Yooseong touched the cucumber behind it,

"Oh."

I feel a hot sigh coming from my mouth.

"......!"

It shuts your mouth.

She hurriedly turns back.

And then I realized later.

At the point of attaching the device to both elbows, she was able to do it by herself with as many knees as possible.

"Well, thank you..."

Yooseong nodded.

Fit the suit to the helmet and tap the phone.

- Mine, too.

It wasn't that hard.

Rather, he turned his back on her, so he welcomed her as a hint of wanting to avoid her gaze right away.

Accepting the meteor's share of action cams, the latter begins to equip.

'Cool.'

It's not just the clicks.

The suit of Yooseong was cool by the looks of it.

But the idea of mourning goes a little further out there.

"This is why it's like..."

I saw in a drama.

A wife who wears her husband's lapels and ties.

Reddens two cheeks in red.

For no reason, I touched the back plate of his suit a little more.

It's a hard surface anyway.

You won't feel the pressure of touch when you apply it.

Of course I did.

"......."

If you don't think about it, the fact that Yooseong didn't feel the heat at all when she mounted the action cam to her was different from what she thought.

Her control was perfect.

But now he's delusional and careless.

So,

'...... This is driving me crazy.'

Yooseong was a scourge who was scolded.

She was a "queen" with basic heat-resistant features.

Bloop-

Infiltration is now a prestigious salt of the sheep seed family.

Moreover, the heat and strange synergies emitted by the sweet psychological state of non-smoking are used to transfer heat very slowly without increasing the temperature at once.

'Uh, when does it end?'

For some reason, I think it's simply the relative time flow of feeling hot that only feels slow.

"Just a little more…"

In fact, the smoke was mounting slowly.

Slowly, with her emotions, I put my fingertips up and down in Yooseong.

Finally,

Click-

The storm is locking the band behind his knee.

A short romance for someone.

Long cooking for someone (?) Time is up.

Turn around.

When faced with the secret shyness of the mourning, he would not have noticed his shy hands.