I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 360



[Episode 360] Whether you sleep or wake up, be careful of the fire. Let’s look at the extinguished fire again.

The adjutant flew through the sky.

Whether it was an amazing coincidence or a fate made in heaven the adjutant who succeeded in his flight pounced in front of the general.

“100 million!”

“Uhm. “Are you okay?”

The general grabs his adjutant.

The adjutant gasps in anger.

“Hey yeah. it’s okay. hmm? “Why am I okay?”

“You sound like it’s not okay. Even though it looks loud I guess it wasn’t intended to harm me at all so I pushed and kicked it so it’s probably fine.”

Even though the sound was loud I used the recoil of my knees to push rather than kick.

There were two red smudges and the bad karma was in the double digits so I survived because I pushed with mercy in my hands or rather in my feet but I don’t even know why.

However I could still tell that it was intentional.

“It looks like they took the flag too.”

“Ugh. “It will be fine if you receive it generously.”

No matter how much you are pushed after you fall to the ground from the impact of flying through the sky your body will feel sore everywhere.

“If you come into my group won’t it be enough to just ask for it? “Well if you’re carrying an injured person you might feel anxious.”

“Then what are you doing there?”

Meanwhile the flagpole is in Cheong’s hand as he slams his feet on the ground again.

I caught something fluttering around but what was it?

Since the harness is worn over the chest anyway both hands are not particularly restricted when climbing uphill.

When the Qing saw a flag with an unfamiliar pattern it was a military flag? It looks like military discipline. If I pick this up I won’t be attacked.

Cheong stuck the flagpole into the back of my neck.

Thanks to this cold air enters the back of the body making the sweaty back of the body cool and allowing the hot body to breathe freely.

And the end of the hill is just around the corner.

I guess it’ll be okay if I just get over here.

Since Cheong did not slow down the cart passed the top of the hill.

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The view is clear and the cart floats into the air like a carriage that has stepped on a bump at high speed.

thud! A cart landed on the road.

The cart rides down a steep slope.

The direction of progress which was heading toward the sky suddenly plunges into the basement below and rolls downhill.

“Aaaah!” “Fall fall!”

Passengers scream as they experience the future of an advanced amusement ride that is at least 500 years old.

One of the dogs even jumped and rolled on the floor as if he couldn’t overcome his fear so it can be said that the level of consciousness of the people of Jungwon is too uncivilized to enjoy the future play culture.

The northern troops who were preparing to withdraw from the camp at the bottom of the hill also saw a rickshaw running at crazy speed down the hill.

However a flagpole stood behind the rickshaw puller.

The flag fluttering wide open as if torn is the emblem of the famous Daesun Cheonho of Daesun County.

It was said that there was no unit among the Northern Army that did not receive help from the Daesun so they all cleared the way with respect.

Of course respect goes to this extent.

I just quickly got out of the way because I thought that if I got hit there the bones and flesh might be separated.

Cheong ran quickly through them.

So even though I was going downhill I ran wild between the military huts spread out on the left and right and at some point I fell through an open gap in the wooden fence.

Then we enter a deserted mountain path.

It was free from the soldiers.

Only then did Cheong begin to slowly slow down so as not to drag the cart slowly.

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Gold-clad guards in silk robes were marching on either side of the road led by a man wearing a gye-du helmet.

Each of them wears a helmet on their head each head decorated with a bird’s head on the front of the helmet and their long necks stick forward.

This unsophisticated bird’s head helmet which the Qing might find disgusting is actually the item most desired by all military officers in the Central Plains.

This is because it is an item that only high-ranking military officers can wear.

Among all dogs the most prized bird head is the chicken head.

In the Central Plains the chicken head is surprisingly a very auspicious symbol and is said to bring learning wealth bravery and good luck in the order of greatest significance.

So you can’t even dream of wearing the Gyedu Helmet unless you are at the level of a military officer of the Guard. It was also a symbol of great power.

The only helmet higher than this is the phoenix helmet which the emperor wears when he leaves his home so the common people cannot dare to dream of it.

Therefore the Gyedu helmet is also the most glorious helmet that an individual can use.

It would be regrettable that Cheong would be astonished if he found out.

No you don’t need to know.

It’s shocking just to look at it.

So the Qing was astonished.

This is because countless bird heads stretched out their necks and looked at me.

What is this level of fashion in the midfield?

Aren’t you embarrassed to wear such an unsightly helmet?

As the guards who were withdrawing to both sides of the road were completely distracted by the rolling rickshaw making a loud noise the bird heads attached to each helmet had no choice but to turn towards the rickshaw as well.

The magistrates are just as bewildered as the magistrates.

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what? rickshaw? Is it a falling rickshaw?

The Namnyeong Mountains slope downward to the east so the mountain road continues downhill.

A rickshaw flowing violently.

The Gye-du man is shocked.

I delivered an order that all the ‘bandits’ who dared to burn the mountains and rivers of the sky and prey on the civilians should be killed every single one of them.

But not only was the bandit proudly running down the center of the road pulling a rickshaw and carrying other bandits and even that flag.

The man from Gye-du who saw the flag of the Daesoon gritted his teeth.

Isn’t this the flag of someone you don’t want to see?

After that a thought occurred to me.

Isn’t this a way for him to escape by pretending to live alone?

I left you in limbo to die so how dare you escape like this?

There is a clear hatred in the Gye-du man’s eyes.

From the general’s perspective this may be unfair.

Isn’t the hate too great to pay for just confronting me a couple of times? It’s more than hate.

But this is the nature of humans.

It does not take even a single word for a human being to hate another human being.

It’s just human nature to hate someone for no reason and hate them like your parents’ enemy when that person becomes popular.

Compared to Qing’s hometown and the future civilized world the Guy Du man can be said to be rather simple.

At least wasn’t there a reason to hate him?

Even if you don’t know anything about their face their name their personality or their occupation if a line of meaningless text offends them they will pour out all sorts of curses and pray for a painful death because they are the future civilized people.

Anyway the Gye-du man blocks the road and shouts with all his might.

“Stop!”

Cheong rolled his head.

The guy with the most unsophisticated helmet tells him to stop but his expression is so serious that he doesn’t even try to hide his true feelings saying that he will never let him go.

Three numbers that have spread bad karma.

In addition the guys with their heads turned to the left and right are different from the way they walk so they are guys who have learned martial arts properly.

They also have three numbers smudged.

then?

Those people who need to be killed no now we need to escape to freedom first.

“I don’t like it!”

“What what!?”

“If you don’t want to die get out of the way! “It’s a chicken head!”

Cheong pulls out the Moonlight Sword (No. 10 extra large size) and heads forward.

The appearance is similar to the great assault of the western knights!

“Four bitches!”

In response Gye-du gets angry and crosses his arms in front of him.

Since it is an attitude of trying to block the assault of a large spear with one’s body this can also be said to be the boldness of a crazy old man suffering from schizophrenic paranoia who tried to confront a huge windmill in the Western style.

However Gye-du also believed in something and at that moment a strong energy like a fire rose up and his forearms turned red.

At that moment Cheong grabbed the handle of the moonlight sword with both hands and pulled it out behind his shoulder.

In Cheong’s eyes the spinning horn fire and the quivering sunset-colored river draw a half moon.

A horizontal cut aimed at the waist while pretending to stab.

The moment Gye-du gets scared and lowers his forearm-

Boom!

A heavy sound caused by the collision of strong energy and strong energy.

The head which is bent sideways in a sickle shape is pushed by an enormous force and falls straight down.

Cheong also huffs and blows out air.

Originally if you swing the sword and cut it there is no impact but if it is blocked a certain portion of the power you used is returned.

It is also called reaction in academic terms used only by a very small number of humanity’s best minds and this is an area of ​​study that is so difficult that the average person can even understand it.

It’s not a complete reaction since the man from Gye-doo hit him and flew away but it’s enough to cause a pain in his side which is about to explode.

Why the hell isn’t it getting better!

If my side was lifted my inner feelings would be so absurd that I would want to burst out.

You have to give it time to heal or it will heal or not.

“Eosa!”

One of the guards flies out and grabs Gyedu.

Still Gye-du who still has the strength to push back digs deeply into his sore forearm and checks the blood flowing down his forearm.

Other people’s blood may not be a big deal but my blood is like gold.

Gyedu’s eyes rolled over.

“How dare you! Kill it! They are weightlifters!”

The guards kicked the ground all at once.

They launch a light attack towards the running cart and rush towards it.

Duke Gyeong of the Qing Dynasty said that no one in the world would dare follow him.

But not with a cart full of people behind it.

The leader who rushed forward jumped high and cast a shadow over the cart.

At that moment a spear loaded with magic flies and strikes the guard’s abdomen.

A guard who was hit by a spear in the air fell awkwardly and rolled over dozens of times tripping on his comrade’s foot and tangling the two of them.

“There is a cilantro in the cart too!”

“Stop it first! “Aim for the wheel!”

“What are you doing! You bastards! Protect the wheel!”

Yeonpa shouts nervously.

The unknown soldiers sitting to the left and right swing their bandit weapons and threaten the guards heading towards the wheel.

However how long can a single soldier endure against warriors who are skilled in martial arts?

Even if one side is blocked by a lotus wave what about the other side?

At that Cheong became desperate.

There is freedom inside so when the cart goes it will go out.

Since it is a downhill road it will go down on its own without you having to drag it so take off your harness for now.

Cheong quickly grabs the harness wrapped around his chest.

However the harness became increasingly tight due to the force of pulling the heavy cart.

It had already been tightened so tightly that it had sunk into my armpits to the point of pain.

Cheong whines and tries hard but the huge fleshy peak below is blocked by his shoulder blade and he cannot remove it.

It was at the moment when Cheong had no choice but to use his strength to break it off.

“Four bitches!”

Gye-du who has caught up with him stands side by side with Cheong with a flashy step and stretches out his left arm stretching out his flaming head.

Cheong also had no choice but to extend his sword in response.

At that moment Gye-du’s eyes flash and he grabs Cheong’s sword.

Look at this guy? Hold it?

Cheong’s eyes become rough.

A spark of fire blooms in my eyes.

Wow!! The sound of grinding steel plates arose and sparks flew out of Gye-du’s hands.

My hand stings so Gye-du is startled and shakes his hand.

In that gap the Moonlight Sword draws an angry trajectory and hits Gyedu on the shoulder!

Lady this is a solid bastard.

Because I was running so frantically I wasn’t able to properly apply force to my sword.

Even so if you strike down a sword with a sword it’s not even a scratch it’s a crack.

Gye-du’s body hit on the shoulder by the force of a porter stumbles catches on his own feet floats up and rolls on the floor.

However because he is a master he jumps up and runs again narrowing the distance and shouting.

“All wheels! “Damned you!”

“Someone is calling me a demon! “You bastard who uses flame magic!”

Cheong shouted without giving up.

I have already seen this before a handiwork where the energy rises like flames and the hands turn red.

If you have the confidence to hold a strong sword with your hands flame magic is the way to go.

Then Gye-du yells loudly.

“It’s not a fire magic attack! “Hwang is a flame divine beast!”

“Is the pseudo Hwang fake again? I’m not just a front-wheel drive I’m a space-time hero! “Someone said he was a magician!”

Tendons rose on the Gyedu man’s forehead.

A pseudo Hwang Eun! How blasphemous!

And what on earth is a new era!?

How can God stand before fear?

Tendons also rose on Yeonpa’s forehead as he listened.

This nasty bitch gave me little pay at best!