I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 168



[Episode 168] Do you know this beggar? (Edited)

Cheong sighed deeply.

“Are you talking about my heart again and again?”

Cheong quietly looked at Mo Yongjun.

Pure eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Hmm.”

Cheong tilted his head crookedly.

Isn’t this being done on purpose?

“But it’s a bit weird to say that you care about the breasts of a beggar you don’t know. “Okay wouldn’t it be better if you didn’t have a sister or something?”

“Oh I have an older sister but…”

“Are you pretty? No. then-”

“My sister is so pretty! But don’t you know my sister? It’s very famous. “Of the five martial arts paintings Geumyang Geomhwa is our older sister.”

“Then why don’t you go ask your sister? hmm. Why am I saying this? Anyway you leave one family behind right? “Is that weirder?”

I was chatting as I was asked and fell into a brief error.

Wouldn’t it be better if they were brother and sister? Are you better than others?

While Cheong was confused Mo Yong-jun brought up a story about his sister without even asking.

“My sister went to Hebei to meet a friend. We are going to wait here for her and her friend to come and then we can go to the movie theater together.”

“Then to that sister’s friend. no. This is also a bit strange. No matter what you do the picture is strange. “They took something so small and rude.”

“Because my friend is a guy…”

“Hey you’re doing really well.”

Cheong was impressed.

Either way Mo Yongjun kept telling useless stories.

“But my sister doesn’t have breasts at all. “It’s even flatter than Mr. Yu who manages the garden…”

“Then wouldn’t it be similar if Uncle Yu closed his eyes anyway? It’s just a lump of flesh anyway. hmm. Whether you or him human dignity may be a bit damaged but still. “Well I feel like I’m falling further and further into the labyrinth.”

“But Mr. Yoo’s chest is all muscle. Even in the middle of winter a man does not know the cold! “You just said this.”

Cheong scratched his head.

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Ah Uncle Yu was not a generous person but a member of the Zhuge family.

Anyway it’s so bad that it’s pushed by the pectoralis major muscle.

I felt a little sorry for the Geumyang Sword Flower whose name I did not know.

Of course from Cheong’s experience there is no benefit in growing bigger.

My shoulders are always tight no matter what position I sleep in the pressure is so bad that it’s uncomfortable and when it’s hot I sweat and it’s hard work so there’s really no advantage to it.

Although it is an inconvenience that has disappeared since the transformation.

Even so it is a big problem even as an unmanned vehicle.

It is vulnerable because it does not have downward visibility and the range of arm swing itself is limited.

Last time I was cut in half I got hit by an attack that I could have avoided and it just hurt.

As a single warrior he creates not one but three fatal weaknesses.

Of course Seomuncheong the ultimate transcendent is nevertheless powerful.

Still I did not envy Geumyang Geomhwa.

But why aren’t you jealous?

That’s my proud heart-

hmm…? Why why are you proud?

Why should I touch my chest?…

I felt like I couldn’t think about anything else.

Cheong quickly said something.

“But are you not only listening through that secret passage but also peeking? “How do you know that you don’t have breasts?”

“No I saw it while taking a bath together during the Mid-Autumn Festival.”

The Mid-Autumn Festival was a holiday roughly equivalent to Chuseok.

But taking a bath on Chuseok?

Cheong burst out laughing.

“It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. It’s not like I go to the bathroom once every holiday. But Mid-Autumn Festival? “What about the Chinese New Year?”

The Lunar New Year is a holiday roughly around Lunar New Year.

“That’s not true. I asked my sister why even though she’s a woman she doesn’t have breasts and is flat like a man she got angry and hasn’t bathed with me since then…”

“You really drove a nail into my sister’s heart.”

“That’s why I can’t tell my sister. If you talk about your breasts they will get really angry. I think it’s a bit too much. “My sister doesn’t even have breasts…”

The child puffed out his cheeks as if he was dissatisfied.

It’s not your sister who’s too much it’s you.

But it was fun to hear so I didn’t bother to say it out loud.

hmm. At this point Cheong made a decision.

He was a smart curious kid who just hadn’t learned how to distinguish between sounds.

Because I am full of curiosity I have no choice but to wander through secret passages and listen to what others are saying.

I’m smart so I just remember that.

Being mouthy is a characteristic of all kids.

When he gets speechless he starts talking about his life and talking until his voice goes hoarse.

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In the end one way or another it was a soft request for the child.

Still the kid seems really nice…

The fact that the master of this noble family consistently spoke with respect to his servants was proof of his clear personality.

You know Dannanah when you see her.

Even when calling a servant or even an old man she didn’t know who was just passing by she said either ‘hey’ or ‘there’ so if it wasn’t for her free service as a female member of the council she would have become the world’s worst bitch.

“You can’t talk like that carelessly. “Don’t you think your sister was upset when she said that?”

“uh. that’s right….”

“Would you feel good if someone went around saying you peed on the bed?”

“oh.”

The child’s eyes wavered.

Cheong was sure of that.

This guy is cheap.

“I don’t like that….”

“okay. “You know what I mean right?”

The child nodded.

As expected the kid is good….

Just because he could communicate well he had the highest personality among the kids.

When Cheong’s crooked posture became comfortable again Mo Yongjun urged Cheong.

“But when can I suck my breasts? “I get scolded if I walk around for too long…”

“Did you entrust your breasts to me? What kind of laundry is my chest? Suck your breasts? This is a very sexy dream. “It’s going to be a very big problem.”

“But you got the gold medal. Oh my! They must be looking for me! Breasts next!”

It was only then that Cheong realized that he had not yet returned Geumja and that he had not told her how cruel a crime it was to covet the breasts of a woman who was not his lover.

Mo Yongjun stamped his small feet and gently floated up into the air.

It was a wonderful and supreme performance that was not typical of a child.

Cheong shouted as he watched the back rapidly moving away.

“Hey take Geumja! hey! “Slut’s dream tree!”

And then in Cheong’s hands there was a yellow golden porcelain.

It was brand new and had not even been touched by human hands.

Of course it is dirty but clean but the value is the same.

But it was not something a beggar could use.

Moreover the Qing is actually not in a hurry for money.

If I just went to a pawn shop and left the Moonlight Sword (No. 9) it was obvious that they would give me a bunch of gold because it was such a famous sword.

Since the pawn shop is a store that you can visit later by paying more money if you meet a buyer when you open the box all you have to do is get it back in the form of a pawn book.

However if a beggar walks around buying food he is much more noticeable than a slovenly female warrior.

And my mindset was completely different when I couldn’t eat because I didn’t have money to buy it and when I didn’t have to even though I could eat as much expensive food as I wanted like now.

“I have to return this…”

I went to the dojo where Mo Yong-sega was staying and said ‘I. Seomuncheong. Ahem the great elder of Taoism.’ If you do this you will also be able to meet a dreamy little boy.

But why? Why me?

Anyway the little boy is stubborn so it’s obvious he’ll come back.

You can return it then.

And we need to provide some sex education as well.

If this is left as is a shady devil will be born who will ruin the family from the five generations to the four generations.

Cheong reflected.

Now that I think about it when Master was teaching me he held back tears and applied that harmful radioactive substance to his fist.

Thanks to you my student was reborn as a proud woman of the political faction. I miss you Master.

A child’s education should be provided by the family.

However you shouldn’t just watch this happen saying that it’s not your child and it’s none of your business.

It is an adult’s duty to lead a lost child.

So it was time for the Qing to fulfill its duty as well.

This damn kid. Just try to come back.

The Qing began to arm itself mentally like a dictator.

Today’s dinner was Seoryang Banjeom after a long time.

Seoryang Banjeom always served a generous amount of everything so it was really nice to be treated like a beggar.

Just give me ten coins for a side dish and they will serve you a large amount of stir-fried food that day.

In fact business is not that good so the taste is a bit inferior compared to other restaurants.

Instead it was a mediocre restaurant that competed with quantity and was not doing well in business.

In particular the generosity of alcohol was good.

Even though it is a sour liquor it can be used in place of vinegar in cooking.

The generosity of giving a treat and giving something to someone just because they have had a break from drinking is a kind of merit that is rarely seen in shopping malls.

The only thing I’m worried about is.

“The flower beggar has arrived again.”

Flower beggar is a word used to call Cheong at Seoryang Banjeom.

In fact Seoryangbanjeo is not just nice to Cheong because he is friendly.

When food was brought to him he ate it so deliciously (it’s not an insult it’s an accurate expression to say he ate it) so there were quite a few customers who were annoyed by the sight of him.

Thanks to this the amount of food given to Cheong was gradually increasing so that he could stay longer.

I couldn’t help but think that people were becoming more and more generous to Cheongya because they were regulars.

Cheong is a beggar and knows nothing except Tao.

“It’s getting warmer now.”

“Okay it’s really spring now during the day. “Okay shall I serve the table again this time?”

“Yes please.”

I shouldn’t become friends with you.

But Cheong doesn’t do that he pretends to be a beggar to avoid making connections with the assassin and this is how a familiar face appears again.

Should I stop coming here now?…

Hmm I feel a little better now that I’m thinking about this.

If I do this it seems like I’m a bit of that kind of person.

For your information in Cheong’s hometown there were ultra-introverted monotheistic people who would quietly stop walking when a store clerk started to recognize them.

In Cheong’s view a few words of greeting are enough and there is no point in talking to the clerk all the time. He wonders why this is so difficult but everyone has their own difficulties and the magnitude of each problem is also different.

Jeomsoy brought a tray with a pile of steamed barley-rice-bran mixture various stir-fried vegetables and a large bowl of alcohol.

I gave the world two bowls.

Cheong smiled.

I was in the middle of eating it with accompaniments.

Whoosh whoosh whoop whoop.

The inside of the spot seemed to be noisy and then the sound of rushing footsteps came closer.

Soon the guests rushed out some turning pale and others with smiles on their faces.

The former is a surprised person and the latter is a person who likes it because he is already used to the noise that is common in Gangho so he overpriced the food.

The sound of sharp blades clashing inside the spot.

Cheong frowned.

What are the people who go on a rampage at a cheap restaurant that is neither a guest house nor a tea shop nor a restaurant?

I’m curious so I’ll have to take a look quickly.

Cheong quietly headed into the guesthouse.

Heukyeongtujam a stealth technique that Cheong learned at the Demonic Cult is of a red grade.

It was also an art that Jeomsoi who was crouching behind the long table blocked under the single seat did not dare to notice.

“What does this mean?”

“Wow! What a surprise! Oh are you a flower beggar? Hmm why did you come here again? “Don’t criticize me for no reason and just go out.”

Jeomsoi who only spoke solemnly to Cheong was so surprised that his natural tone suddenly came out.

“They say the most fun thing is watching a fight.”

“A fight is like a fight. What can we learn by watching the martial arts masters fight? “It’s fun to watch gangsters fighting on the street.”

Fighting meant that shit fighting was fun.

Cheong nodded in agreement.

“To me they are like gangsters or something. hmm. So what’s going on?”