I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 280



[Episode 280] Journey to Jongnam

“There are twelve of us.”

The coachman suddenly became very polite.

In Cheong’s opinion it was truly satisfying.

After all if you don’t have a beoljang hair you have to have your head blown off to be polite.

By nature manners and etiquette are characteristics that only appear in learned people.

Because manners and etiquette are learned.

Only uneducated idiots and imbeciles act rudely because they think it makes them look strong. However in reality it is not an act of appearing strong but rather an action that appears to have no love and father.

However because there was no compulsory education in the central school there were many people who could not learn.

Therefore in martial arts the correction was simple and quick by holding a knife under the neck.

like this.

“Twelve. hmm. It’s a bit disappointing. “Is that it?”

“Four four!”

The coachman’s eyesight went dark!

If you feel disappointed even after hearing that there are twelve more then a cilantro is not just a cilantro.

Damn it I’m regretting it too late that I should have noticed when people said my beauty wasn’t normal.

However this is what the coachman was thinking when he committed the crime – Hey you will live like an insect anyway but if you die once and die twice shouldn’t you crush a peerless beauty under the boat at least once before you die! do.

“But don’t you think this will only happen in a day or two? “Did everyone get fooled because they liked physiognomy?”

In fact there were two more coachmen with higher levels of bad karma than him. What’s so great about it since coachmen are human traffickers robbers and rapists at the same time.

However they started out looking scary. At first glance I thought that if I entrusted my coachman to a guy who looked like a criminal and ended up having to deal with it it would be closer to a natural death.

The reason I chose this guy was because he made such a good impression. Because in modern times he had a kind and gentle face that seemed like he could go beyond knowing the Tao and even become the leader of a cult.

I need to get rid of this because it is a bastard that is perfect for creating innocent victims.

Looking at the bad karma many victims may have already suffered a grave loss but we must prevent further suffering.

“ruler. Shake it.”

“yes yes?”

“If the carriage shakes a little the other bastards will come and have some fun and rush in. Even if the coachman calls me it’s obvious that he’ll think it’s suspicious and wonder why he’s not having fun on his own.”

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“then.”

“What are you doing if you’re not shaking? ruler. “Why don’t you think that the bottom of the carriage is a pretty soger and get your bearings quickly?”

The blue blade turned black. And on the completely black body of the Moonlight Sword (No. 8) disgusting eyes emerge.

As I reached my peak I was able to blend in and handle Pacheon Magi a little more.

Since it is a rare skill that cannot be used when someone is watching anyway if you use it first when no one is looking you will be able to use your inner strength frugally.

The coachman froze at the sight of that ferocious appearance.

“no. What punishment is there for someone to be so shy about sleeping with a woman? Lie down and stretch out? “The bottom of the carriage is of peerless beauty?”

The coachman then places the lead porridge on the floor.

Then it bounces up and down.

“madam.”

The blue blade sharpens. The coachman’s ears were separated from top to bottom and he fell to the floor.

However once the blade is stuck in the side of the head there is no scream of pain.

“Huh.”

“Do it right. Properly. If you’re having sex with a peerless beauty are you just going to stick it in and shake it? You have to kiss first. While actively using the tongue. “Don’t you know what I’m talking about?”

“Four four!”

The coachman gained enlightenment again.

It wasn’t just that I got caught by a master I ended up getting caught by a truly crazy master.

The coachman put his life on the line biting sucking and sweeping the dirty floor of the carriage with his hands.

“Hihi.”

Cheong looked at that and laughed.

“It seems like you’re putting too much force into the caress. Why don’t you fuck me hard? “So that the carriage turns over.”

“Yes yes!”

And so squeak after squeak the carriage begins to shake.

Once it gains momentum and moves the amplitude becomes faster and larger.

The carriage made a creaking twisting sound due to the coachman’s all-out effort and cursed at the damn passengers.

Then voices rushing through the rain to Cheong’s ears.

-This bastard is having so much fun that he’s about to collapse.

-Didn’t you see what kind of bitch your brother is like? I’ve already taken a step forward.

– Why did the crazy guy take it out already? All you have to do is collect whatever spills inside put it back in and close the cap tightly otherwise you will end up crying and making a fuss.

hmm. capital punishment.

The office quickly made a ruling.

And finally the carriage door bursts open.

“Hey if you want to have fun let’s watch it together. hmm?”

“sure. If I share joy it’s twice as fun. If I share sorrow it’s half the fun. I used to make people wait. ruler! bread!”

Cheong shouted kicking the solar plexus of the man hanging on the entrance of the carriage with the sole of his foot.

Men tangled in it and pouring out.

Cheong lightly sits down on top of him and clucks. First take one ankle.

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First you need to aim for the feet so they can’t escape.

The ankle is twenty-four but in reality only half of that number is needed.

So Cheong tramples kicks and cuts slightly with the sword and the tendons feel like a touch.

The quick-witted guy turned his back so the iron hairpin girl flew away. The hairpin was stuck in my ankle and only the hairpin was left out.

The unexpected surprise attack had caught him off guard to the point where he had already loosened his belt and the guy who looked like a leader had already fallen down with his body on his back.

Moreover heavy rain blocks the view and dark clouds make the day dark.

As the Chojeolcheong Chojeolcheong rampaged it lightly stepped on the ankles that had been walking resulting in a mass outbreak of what were now ankles.

But is a bad guy really a bad guy?

With a quick judgment of the situation the backs of Cheong’s hairpins were seen running around one after another and Cheong’s hairpins flew and flew and flew and flew until even the last hairpin was caught in Cheong’s hands.

Her long hair which she usually ties up falls down in the rain and hangs heavily behind her knees.

It was the teacher’s order to grow the shiny black hair rather than cut it because it was a waste to cut it.

Fortunately the last hairpin did not fly into the sky and fortunately no one ran away and all of them rolled in the mud while holding onto their ankles.

Cheong grabbed a bunch of hair tied it in a knot on one side and skillfully finished with the remaining hair.

And then one two three… twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen!

what? There are three more guys?

Did you lie to me?

Of course if it’s a happy lie like this you can be punished even more.

However that does not mean we can turn a blind eye to the sin of daring to deceive Chojeolcheong.

“Uncle coachman. Twelve? “There are fifteen.”

“Wow how already?”

“ruler. Let me explain. How come there are three more? “Can’t you count numbers?”

“Is that possible? “There are definitely twelve.”

“What do you mean I lied? Now go and count it.”

“Oh my! Now wait a minute!”

Cheong grabbed the coachman by the ankles swept the floor and threw him outside.

The floor was so muddy that the driver who was literally struggling through the puddle with a splashing sound barely managed to raise his upper body and wipe his face.

In conclusion the coachman did not deceive the Qing!

They say he can crush a peerless beauty so three more friends were brought in through the close friendship between criminals.

hmm. I need to send you off in good terms so that our strong friendship can continue even after we go to the afterlife.

Anyway the coachman told me honestly what he knew. However even an honest attitude is enough to deceive people.

“Then what do you do? The person who was deceived is here. In conclusion since I was deceived it is true that the coachman was deceived right? yes. capital punishment.”

“Now wait!”

“Stop yelling already. Because there is still a lot of time left to scream. If you are panting because your voice is hoarse the listener will also feel faint so you have to scream loudly for a long time. So please control your speed and pace well.”

What is the difference between Geomgi and Geomgang?

I’m really curious too. From now on I’ll try to explore it through practice.

So Cheong stabbed looked cut looked sliced ​​raw fish cut off bones rubbed flesh peeled off skin cut things out etc. and compared all the movements that could be done with a blade alternately between the sword and the sword.

This can be said to be the passionate training of a great martial artist to find the fundamental difference between sword technique and sword strength.

The sword cuts well.

But the sword is just cut off!

If you say the feeling of sword energy swooping the feeling of sword energy was like a shock.

First of all the taste of the hand is the victory of sword energy.

The blade is so sharp that I don’t really feel anything touching it.

Company Anicheong was disappointed.

In fact when you have high expectations for something it is not easy to have those expectations met with sufficient satisfaction.

So Cheong’s feelings after writing Geomgang were also like that.

This is why you should not use a strong fishing rod (a type of fishing rod) even though it may break.

If you catch a fish by attaching a large well-toothed reel to a strong and stiff fishing rod it will come up as soon as you turn it without much effort.

But who goes fishing to catch fish?

In that case it would be better to just sweep them away with a dragnet.

In that respect it could be said that Geomgi is a fishing rod and Geomgang is a net pulled by a fishing boat.

It’s excellent for its original purpose of catching fish so it’s faithful but it’s not fun to enjoy so you just lose your energy as if you’re working.

However when combined with Muyeongshinsoo surprisingly magical feats were possible.

Through sword training Cheong used the sharp celadon sword as if it were his own fingers.

And Muyeongsinsu is a magician who uses his secret pickpocketing skills to dig in and commit theft while maintaining a distance that seems almost out of reach.

So adjust the distance a little differently and put it closer together for example going all the way up the skin about between the muscle and the skin.

But what can you do with thinly sliced ​​human skin?

If you use this as paper and blood as ink to write a book on magic you might come across something great in the future.

Since Cheong knew nothing about Gangseojutsu it is a future that will unfortunately not happen.

So as Cheong enjoyed his hobby to his heart’s content the only person left was the coachman.

Cheong smiled weakly and slowly approached the coachman step by step.

And then a thought suddenly occurred to me.

Wow. what? I shouldn’t kill him

I used to think that way. Why did you do that?

Why did you try to save me? Was there a reason for that?

Cheong reflected on his thoughts carefully.

The conclusion is well! I don’t know!

I was trying to kill him in some ingenious way but I guess I forgot.

When Cheong approached with a calm mind the coachman had already lost his mind.

That’s because I could clearly see him dismantling a person into pieces smiling widely with his torn mouth like a demon.

Even though it is thin it suddenly collapses and tumbles in the mud with violent convulsions which is because it no longer looks like a human.

Even if I had kept my wits about me I wouldn’t have been able to run away.

There were holes in both my feet and my shins were broken when I fell from the carriage.

As I looked at the coachman’s face looking up at me blankly I clicked my tongue and ended up with a hand digging into my skin from below the solar plexus of the small horse hole and squeezing my heart.

and! Now this is mine!

I can do whatever I want!

I can control this damn heart!

I am in control!

Like a surgeon using his last resort Cheong squeezed the heart and forced the blood to circulate.

When I tripled my heart rate blood began to seep out of every hole in my body.

Blood pressure is forced to soar causing blood vessels throughout the body to burst at once.

The whites of my eyes where all the veins have burst are swollen red. Oh what? It turns red at three times the speed? What is this principle?

And then at the very moment when the thinly connected living thing turns into a dead object that very brief moment.