I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 111



[Episode 111] The evil woman eats malatang.

There is a saying that a woman’s tears are beautiful.

It’s lame.

Actually there is no such thing.

A crying face is when the eyebrows are raised downward and the cheekbones are raised upward fighting each other causing all the wrinkles around the eyes to appear in surprise.

On the other hand the mouth is in a bad shape and deep letters are carved in the character of ‘8’.

His face would turn red tears would flow down both sides of his eyes and in severe cases his nose would well up and run down causing a catastrophe.

This was proven by Jin Jangmyeong crying before.

So there are almost no cries in video media that are not yet in the center of the world like tears flowing down one’s beautiful face.

The reason there are almost none is because there are some.

It is either controlled sadness that must be swallowed up with a smile or it is an imitation of forced crying.

Dannan obviously didn’t know what to say with her mouth but that small face was still pretty.

Moreover even Cheong came as he looked up vaguely with moist eyes and shed tears! It’s to the point where you can feel it.

So Cheong looked at Tang Nan’er and thought.

Wow how do you get emotional so quickly?

Among all these people?

Meanwhile Tang Nana was horrified by her own wickedness.

Originally a woman’s secret struggle was largely divided into two types.

One is the section on who is more bitch.

And another question was who was the more victim.

Although the term and usage of Seonjuppilseung has not yet been established the original truth shines beyond the times.

This was the best rice in Sacheon and the secret behind the creation of the current sea fish dog painting.

Mancheonhwaru滿天花淚!

The whole place is full of flower tears. Is there anyone in the world who would not feel pity for this?

In an instant she caught everyone’s attention and transformed into a pitiful and pitiful beauty and the woman who covered her face because she was not proud of her beauty and the grandfather who was a master of flower painting were no match for pity.

I won this fight?

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Seeing the other person so embarrassed Tang Nan-ah started crying even louder.

“sorry. “Huh huh huh huh huh…”

“…”

“Huh huh huh.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

“…”

what? Why don’t you forgive me?

If you leave it alone you’ll only lose yourself right?

Are you going to get criticized for being a merciless grandson?

Don’t you care about reputation? Throw away your reputation?

Tang Nan’er looked down on her opponent too much.

If the other person thought he cared about his reputation he wouldn’t have bounced and rolled on the floor three times and then grabbed all the gold bars.

“Huh huh huh huh I’m sorry.”

But now after meeting a strong enemy Tang Nan’er realized Mancheonhwaru’s fatal weakness.

This consumes a lot of mental strength and physical strength so it will be difficult for you if you do not finish the battle in a short period of time.

Because human tears are not infinite the empty tear ducts were screaming at me to stop.

Tang Nan-ah took out poison from the Danjeon and poured it into her eyes straining her tear glands.

These flowing tears were an extension of the poisonous attack.

At the same time I kept having sad thoughts.

Yeah like when my father scolded me for waking up.

When practicing memorization I simply chose the most expensive ones and placed them on either side of the target to create a sense of crisis.

I didn’t wake up on purpose but I got all angry. It was really too much.

It was the same when I ate roasted Thousand Year Hasuo.

The most precious daughter in the world can bake some of that elixir and drink it. She gets all angry and angry at me for treating such a precious guest.

A daughter is more important than a gift for someone’s 60th birthday party. It was really too much.

Sadness became the driving force and Mancheonhwaru’s duration continued to increase again.

“I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh…”

It was the most beautiful tear in Sacheon.

The onlookers held their hearts in sorrow and wondered if it was okay to forgive them at this point. Beauty was power and power.

Even if someone is a cheat we all say ‘Forgive forgive.’ I was on the verge of giving an order.

So Cheong finally opened his mouth.

“ah. Now that I think about it wouldn’t it be okay to go eat malatang like this? Let’s go grandpa. “I heard it’s the best chef in the world’s specialty so I have to try it.”

“Then I guess marathon soup will be amazing.”

“Aren’t you saying that before you try it? Let’s go too my friend. But that doesn’t mean the idea of ​​shooting dinner has disappeared. “A man can’t say two things with one mouth?”

“Of course. I feel like it wouldn’t even be worth the spectacle. “I feel so refreshed.”

And then the three of them went inside Changryong.

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Tang Nan-ah who was left alone kneeling was embarrassed.

Wow. What should I do if this happens…?

—-

Time was slowly becoming a waste of time.

If you swing the long sword one more time at a time like this it will all become nourishment for a strong body.

I’m not sure if it’s malatang or what but for dinner you have to eat a whole pig or young calf grilled and sliced ​​to be a true martial artist.

At that time Dannan-ah who had left asked where he was going and the three people they had never seen before went inside giggling.

Peng Churyeo quickly glanced at the three people.

Cheong met his gaze.

I guess it would be right to say hello right?

We also need to clear up some misunderstandings about the impersonator.

“hello? That daesan is my sister. My name is Daesan’s friend Seo Mun-cheong. I haven’t heard anything from Daesan though. “You have to talk about yourself all the time.”

Peng Churyeo asked back with a puzzled expression.

“hmm? Daesan? Did you let him call me that? “He’s not the type of guy to do that.”

ah. I’m sure they’re brother and sister.

Seeing Peng Chu-ryeo’s suspicious eyes Cheong quickly reached into his arms and took out a guest card.

“That Daesan is my friend. “Daesan here gave it to me as a friend?”

Peng Choryeo looked at the guest card that Cheong held out proudly.

I could see gold leaf letters engraved in majestic brushstrokes.

Namgoong!

Peng Churyeo’s eyes narrowed.

what? Show off yourself?

Are you saying that you are a distinguished guest of the Namgung family?

“Namgoong…?”

“ah. “I guess I took it out wrong.”

Cheong presented a proper guest card again.

I could see the letters deeply engraved on the gilded plaque and filled with red pigment.

Pang.

The red and blue thread attached to it belongs to Paeng Dae-san a member of the guest group directly under the successor.

That too was an imaginary loss between high and low.

“Oh my god. It’s real right? Is Daesan really your friend? “Is that guy your girlfriend?”

“I think the meaning gets a bit weird if you put the two together so would you please call me your girlfriend’s friend?”

Cheong answered with great disgust.

A shudder of sincere disgust exactly the same as anyone else’s.

Peng Choryeo burst out laughing loudly.

From what I heard it was a laugh that was closer to that of a mountain bandit than to a woman of five generations.

“So you’re friends? Purely friends? “Yes that guy should experience that same thing once.”

Peng Churyeo’s eyes became very gentle.

—-

It was quite some time before Tang Nan-ah came in.

If I go straight back I don’t feel like I’m crying and reflecting and I can’t just keep kneeling outside.

The number of people who wanted to see Sacheon Best Rice continued to increase but no one who would accept the apology went in making it an unprecedented situation.

So Tang Nan-ah gritted her teeth and slowly got up and came back without realizing it.

A cheerful smile bloomed and the expression of Peng Cho-ryeo who had been forgetting garlic out of boredom sparkled with vitality that had never been seen before.

Why is the atmosphere so good?

You didn’t do that to me my step-sister.

Tang Nan-ah shed bloody tears internally.

Renting out a restaurant the size of Changnyong seemed a bit unreasonable no matter how expensive it was.

It was a position that was forced upon me with half-threats to stop me from getting married but the wrong bitch was holding onto the position I had defended by kneeling down and weeping.

Tang Nan’er’s eyes burned.

I can’t bear this humiliation.

We must show the true fear of the Sicheondang family.

Non-heat poison? Or Jangnoksan? Or soy sauce poison?

I thought of the poisons that Dannanah possessed.

Non-thermal poison is a poison that fills the nose with heat and causes nasal mucus to burst like a waterfall and Jangnoksan as its name suggests melts the intestines creates a storm in the toilet.

The soy sauce poison was so terrible that it was the very tears of a woman that caused a volcano-like pimple to erupt between her eyebrows.

Tang Nan-ah is a wicked woman and a sea fish poisoner who carries extremely dangerous poison with her at all times.

“ah. It’s me. This is Cheong I mean Seomuncheong Sojeo. Have you two already seen it?”

Oh my!

It was originally a nickname used by parents to call their young children and was usually added before or after the last letter of their name.

If it is attached to the front it is formal so it can be used at official occasions. If it is attached to the back it especially emphasizes affection.

Taking Paengdaesan as an example it becomes Asan Sana.

It was also a word used to call a younger sibling who was as close as one’s own sibling.

However an older man should never write backwards to a younger man.

This is emphasized three times.

Hey Asan. (O)

It’s Sanya. (Murim Public Works)

“Those two. “Did you know each other…?”

“no? “I saw it for the first time today.”

“Keueuuuuu.”

“What hurts? Does your stomach hurt? He’s groaning. Anyway Cheongya so that was it. “I am killing the bandits…”

“Oh I think I know that. “If you cut off the limb first it will wriggle…”

“Okay lay your head down like this…”

“I know. “When you smash it the feeling of it breaking…”

“Oh you know! Then spit out the intestines with your mouth…”

“Don’t go there hit the spleen a little harder…”

I couldn’t understand it but there was a conversation about something sinister.

I wonder if this is a topic for women to talk about.

But I know that they are very friendly.

Although it’s not my stomach my stomach hurts a lot.

At the same time cold sweat was flowing down my face.

It can’t go on like this!

I need a topic to break the situation!

It was then.

-Ugh!!! Argh!!! Argh!!!

Suddenly a scream filled with grief rang out.

It was a scream that chilled the hearts of those who heard it.

It’s a miserable sound echoing from the kitchen.

Thanks to this the conversation stopped and all attention shifted towards the kitchen.

Tang Nan-ah shot her eyes shining like stars at Yeom Jo-ang who was in charge of her mother’s house in addition to her duties as an escort.

As expected I trusted my mother-in-law!

You happen to do it once!

Yeomjoang responded with a full tone.

-It’s not me. Take your eyes off me.