I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 278



[Episode 278] Journey to Jongnam

It’s not like they’re confident that this will happen.

His face was as red as a scarf and he was holding the hem of his clothes in a awkward posture. No he wasn’t even wearing anything underneath.

I was also embarrassed and embarrassed and didn’t know what to do.

After Cheong left I hurriedly chased him out but I guess I should say it was fortunate that he knew what I was like.

Or I don’t know whether to admire him for his outstanding tenacity.

“Why on earth do you wear white clothes like a man? “Do you want to proudly announce to the people of Jungwon all over the world that my pinnacle is right here?”

“Ugh.”

To be more precise it would have been more correct to call the midfielder’s chest cover a peak cover.

To begin with it was more like an apron that was hung around the neck or shoulders and reached down to the solar plexus so the chest strap had a line at the bottom that could be tied or there was no line so it was just draped or half-and-half.

Therefore there is almost no functional value such as holding the shape or fixing it so that it does not shake and only adding thick cloth around the protruding part prevents it from standing out.

Of course that is not the only purpose. The main purpose is to improve the wearing comfort of clothes with a soft lining.

The reason why they bother to hide the protrusion is because it is considered an extremely vulgar and shameful act in the ancient primitive and uncivilized Central Plains society.

“Wait for me. “Even if it’s just a blanket blanket-”

“What if you don’t wait? Are you going to follow along?”

Seoliri swallowed her saliva and answered with a very solemn expression.

“my.”

I wonder if that guy’s stuffy nose won’t clear up…

“Hmm.”

Separately from that Cheong thought for a moment.

Actually waiting is not that difficult. And just because Seol-hwa is chasing him there won’t be a dramatic reunion with Seol-ga.

But somehow it’s a shame that they don’t do that on purpose. Since I bought him food and slept with him often I wondered if he was trying to use the favor as if it were his right.

If you are mentally ill like Moyong Sojeo we can help you get better.

“I’m going. “Seol Sojeo takes care of it.”

Cheong turned and quickly went down the stairs.

If you don’t follow along here you are definitely a 100% surefire criminal. It means that I was stretching it out thinking that I would be embarrassed if I didn’t wait and that I would just wait and see.

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But if you follow me well. Just leave it at that.

If he behaves like that and pursues him despite the embarrassment isn’t he really burning with a mission to kill the enemy of the Samana?

Then I can never let you run into the real Seolga bastard.

So Cheong goes down the stairs louder than usual.

Just then a group of men came up from downstairs giggling among themselves and when they saw Cheong they suddenly took on a stern and serious expression.

This may be because men who usually think they are not good-looking think that they look good if they look straight.

After Cheong passed the men he glanced behind him and saw a woman standing with her forehead pressed against the wall of the landing her body pressed against it looking suspicious to anyone.

Fortunately even though the men were watching closely they did not look back after passing the stairs.

This may be because men are originally sad creatures who become unable to look at each other once they become aware of it.

Seoliri just turned her head to see that the men had disappeared and this time she turned in the opposite direction and made eye contact with Cheong.

My eyes were full of tears.

And yet it is slowly moving towards Cheong at a crab-like pace.

ah. They’re really chasing me like that….

Now I see that it is not ice snow painting but ice snow painting.

Otherwise you could just take off the flowers and call it Binggu.

It almost makes you wonder if he was deliberately coldly pushing people away so as not to reveal his true colors.

“Are you going to act like that and become the author?”

“my.”

“ha. I go to my room and wait. “I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

Seoliri looked at Cheong closely.

Just by looking at it it looks like they are checking to see if it is a lie or not.

“madam. Have I ever lied? And wipe the snot.”

Seoliri wipes it under my nose looks around and rubs it on the wall.

Then he turns around and climbs the stairs again with a cool and arrogant expression on his face.

oh my. It would be nice if I couldn’t answer that.

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Cheong decided to just take the Seol family’s Mojiri with him.

There were two small reasons and one big reason.

One small reason.

Even if you try to separate it it is obvious that it won’t come off.

Even so I’m prepared to chase after you but it doesn’t seem like I’ll give up just because I can shake it off.

Two small reasons.

What they do is so sloppy that it makes me feel angry but it is cute in its own way. Honestly if I didn’t like the face I would have tied it up a long time ago and sent it via Murimmaeng express delivery.

And the big reason was a bit serious.

Is it possible for me to go to Gangho alone like this?

Just like last night I can’t sleep alone.

I don’t know at what point it started like this.

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If I disappear wouldn’t at least one person have to see it and tell the teachers friends and female disciples?

If you suddenly disappear from the world you won’t be looking for me.

Even if that wasn’t the case there was also an unfounded expectation that if I came into contact with someone I wouldn’t suddenly be returned to the modern era.

I also want to at least hold hands while sleeping and be close to each other as much as possible.

So someone should be next to you when you sleep.

So what should I do?

Because there’s someone right next to me.

I thought I’d just think of carrying around a large doll to cuddle with.

What did they say about that…?

ah. right. It’s a bamboo lady. It’s a bamboo lady.

Mrs. Juk seemed to really like the clothes she had bought.

It was a face that was surprisingly easy to recognize because it had no expression.

A person’s facial expression can completely change their impression just by the corner of their eyes or the slight angle of their mouth. Since they are naturally expressionless you can tell by looking at the slightly curled corners of their mouth.

Now that I think about it he smiles brightly when he eats. Isn’t it? Did I see it wrong?

“Do you like it?”

“my.”

However it was because Mrs. Juk’s lack of spirit as a traveling companion was too much for a conversation partner even if I gave her 1 out of 100 points.

“I’m an instructor.”

Still I’m glad I don’t hate you for bowing your head. I think it was a bamboo lady who knew that it was shameful.

“First of all do you have a favorite food to eat in the morning?”

“my.”

Cheong’s eyes narrowed.

“Seol Sojeo. Usually when people ask this they’re not just asking whether it’s a food you really like. “I’m asking you what you like because I’m going to buy it for you.”

“I’m writing Anggo.”

“You know but you’re the only one who can answer? what? Are you starting a fight?”

“I don’t know what to do but I’m missing you…”

Surprisingly I am quite full of shame….

Cheong noticed something unexpected.

Actually I asked but breakfast had already been decided. It’s not green onion pancake it’s pancake.

Of course the naming of the Jungwon guys is so weird that if you roll the dough thinly they all call it Jeonbyeong.

Thanks to this the taste and appearance were all different.

When it comes to food from Cheong’s hometown pancakes are of course pancakes fried eggs pancakes hamburger patties pancakes pancakes hotteok and hotteok are the most famous types of pancakes. What if the place of origin is Jungwon?

From what Cheong had tried everything tasted good and went down very well but the closest type to green onion pancake was a dish called Byeongjabyeong.

Byeongjabyeong is green onion pancake without green onions.

People in the Jungwon region put ingredients on top of the bottle and eat it but Cheong didn’t need any other garnish and ordered a lot of green onions.

Seoliri who was looking at the tower-like piles of sick people and the peaks of chopped green onions blurted out a word.

“You’re giving me an imbecile.”

Because my nose was stuffy it sounded cute.

His face was so amazing that Cheong couldn’t overcome his charm.

“Kill? Then let’s talk. Here Jeomsoy? Are you ready to die? What’s there to die? “It will come out right away.”

“Today pine nut porridge with honey and choyuk porridge with rice porridge are ready.”

“hmm. wait a minute. Pine porridge? Rice porridge? Choyuk porridge? ah. After listening to it it sounds delicious. “Just bring me two bowls of choyuk porridge.”

At the end Seoliri’s ears perk up indicating that Choyukjuk was attracted.

For reference unlike the hometown of Chinese bamboo shoots it is characterized by being boiled until the entire contents are completely dissolved.

So the rice grains are individually unraveled and exist somewhere between porridge and grass.

And they even brought out porridge and from the morning they enjoyed their meal with a large bowl full of pancakes in front of them –

“Huh huh huh huh huh…”

and. I just scoop up this hot food and eat it.

Basically boiling porridge is as hot as lava. Even in Cheong’s hometown not everyone has experienced at least once the experience of carelessly inserting a spoon into boiling porridge and ending up with molten metal in the melting pot.

However boiling porridge falls short of the melting point of iron by a very small margin but can easily melt a person’s tongue.

Just scoop it up from the bottom and put it in your mouth without blowing.

Huh whoo the sound of the wind blowing was not a sound made to cool down but a sound made due to breathing through the mouth due to a stuffy nose.

Anyway the sound is really embarrassing.

“Huh…”

Now that I think about it I think there was a word in my hometown to call someone who behaved so obscenely. What was it? Food fucker? Something like that.

“Anyway it’s raining really hard.”

Seoliri who was holding the jeonbyeong and trying to decide what to use between the bean paste and fish soy sauce glanced at Cheong and then glared at the two soy sauces in turn.

madam. Normally it’s true. Isn’t this the kind of thing that should come back in the world when it rains like this?

What conversation is one-way?

In any case it was an opportunity to remind myself once again that I should not expect conversation from Lady Juk.

However it would not be good for the health of Mrs. Juk’s nose to wear a hat and leave in the rain.

That’s fine but more than that if you walk around in the rain it doesn’t feel good at first but it gradually becomes stuffy damp and uncomfortable.

I had no choice but to catch the carriage.

There is no sense of discomfort as the process flows smoothly until you rent a carriage at a stable and select a coachman with a friendly and good-natured appearance from among the job seekers waiting and hand over half the down payment.

As a wanderer Cheong can now boast that he can do a decent amount of work.

“The thing you have to be most careful about when catching a carriage is people. Among the coachmen there are many who turn around with swords if they think they are easy. Exclude those who charge too cheaply but don’t rip them off by paying too high a price. “You have to find the right person among them while paying the price at the right price.”

“Ang Mureobatseuyo.”

“…Wipe my nose.”

This is because Cheong’s nature is to keep trying to talk even though he knows it won’t work.

“I’ll just close my eyes so wake me up when something happens.”

“yes.”

Then Cheong placed the bag on his side took out a separate bundle of underwear placed it on his cheek and skillfully assumed a sleeping position.

The sound of rain hitting the carriage ceiling. Because it was a cheap carriage the soundproofing was cheap so the sound of rain falling was refreshing.

And because the world is silent there is even a useless companion who knows how to make a sound like a stuffy nose.

Even if you can’t make a lot of noise there is no place like this to doze off.

So Cheong deftly leaned over and snored loudly.

Seoliri stared blankly at Cheong’s face.

How much time had passed while one year was spent just observing sleeping faces?

Suddenly I felt Seoliri being pulled forward.

And not long after that the carriage comes to a complete stop.

Afterwards the door bursts open and from a physiognomy point of view the coachman who had no other Buddha in the world points his sword into the carriage.

Then with a very kind face he opened his mouth and said –

“Kkkk some very attractive bitches have come to give me a six-step test. Do you know how difficult it was for this old man because his water was so red?”

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