I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 370



[Episode 370] Be careful of the fire whether you sleep or wake up. Let’s see the fire that has been extinguished again. (Development modified!)

The biggest deductible from Cheong’s scorecard was his lowly background.

The lowliness of the Qing Dynasty can be raised by Wangya.

When the Yeon faction said that a woman’s lowliness can be raised by meeting her father well it was not a hawk’s trick but sincerity.

But what about Wang Ya who accepted the request?

How can I watch as they point fingers at me for keeping something lowly by my side?

But it turns out she’s a princess!

That is to say the legitimate daughter of the imperial family who came from the empress has already been given the title of princess.

So with the smile on Yeonpa’s face the precious bloodlines have come together so wouldn’t they be the most precious pair in the world?

Yeonpa always lives with the reputation of being lowly.

Someone once said that people are inherently obsessed with and crave what they do not have.

Of course since there was no time for such self-reflection or deep counseling in the central government the Yeon faction was unable to recognize its own shortcomings.

However if those who specialize in analyzing other people’s wounds see this they will note that Yeonpa’s origins are from the lowest class of the Jungwon people the villagers.

Mujae happened to be noticed and was able to join a sect called Yeonsungpa but he couldn’t take off the name tag that called him a lowly monkey.

Although it is a regret of an old life that ended with the annihilation of a legendary magician a legendary magician and a sect the Yeon faction still could not escape from the lowly female disciple who was looked down upon.

So according to psychoanalysts Yeonpa still thinks of himself as lowly and is even more obsessed with preciousness.

One might say that the owner’s prestige is Jongnyeon’s prestige and that this is not a manifestation of the desire to become precious and deny one’s own birth.

However the results of analyzing wounds in this way always end up turning the character into a miserable yet selfish individual.

If the Yeon faction is like that you’re welcome.

I was really excited.

This is truly a match made in heaven!

10000 bloodline points to Sae-ah and madam.

The fact that the two are uncles is not a problem for Yeonpa.

In fact in Jungwon marriage between people with the same last name is prohibited.

Scholars all over the world stood up and pointed and the logic was that eating blood relatives is any different from animals (animals can be unfair).

However to the people of the Middle East the law is a concept that if you keep it it will be a loss and the person who protects it is laughed at as an idiot.

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This is one of the characteristics of the Chinese nation and is the very spirit of Chineseness that future descendants also cherish and practice.

So no one obeys the law.

In addition the law of the Central Plains has never existed above power for a single moment.

This is the same in the future so there was a chance to stand on top once but nothing happened.

Thus the law of the central plains was destined to remain forever as a sword-wielding slave of the powerful cutting down the weak.

So what can the people of the world do?

Wang Ya is in a relationship with a princess but if lowly things dare to whisper they will only end up with their heads cut off.

It is okay for people who are precious to not follow the law.

In addition this is something I am personally very happy about.

Originally traditional Chinese culture consisted of families with one surname coming together to form a village and living together.

Then once in a while they invaded a neighboring village and plundered women slaves and grain.

Even now remote villages in fortified mountain valleys are all clusters of people with the same last name so they are truly communities of neighbors and cousins with no distinction between neighbors and cousins.

This is where the Yeon faction comes from.

Therefore rather than a marriage between strangers who know nothing about each other’s background or personality a marriage between relatives who have known each other since childhood is a match made in heaven because they are close and for each other.

So it’s actually better!

Yeonpa is just as happy.

To what extent I am happy is to the point where I don’t even know it hurts even though I had torn and punctured the wound and had it stitched again.

This is not the time for this old man!

“Princess it is not for someone so precious to do such a thing. “The cart will be pulled by cloth so please rest your precious body.”

Cheong suddenly gets goosebumps.

what? What if your mother-in-law who had been living alone suddenly became a housewife?

“No you don’t know if she’s a princess or not? “It’s just that Empress Mama is trying to say something so mean. Anyway she may be a bit mistaken.”

“If you just look at their physiognomy a precious person will have a precious womb. “It is clear that Princess Boa is of dragon blood so there is no reason to doubt her any more.”

For the Yeon faction authenticity is no longer necessary.

If you’re a real princess you’re a princess.

The Empress has already guaranteed her and even given her a card so even if she is a fake princess she can become a princess.

Cheong is dumbfounded. of course.

“No I’m sure it was like that just an hour ago. “Are you suddenly changing your language?”

“The old man was so blind that he did not recognize the nobleman even when he saw him so I will take whatever punishment he deserves. However even if you cut off this old creature’s neck its innate preciousness will not disappear.”

“madam. It’s going to turn. “Okay let’s get on again.”

“How can you tell me to get on the carriage pulled by the princess? “If you didn’t know you wouldn’t know but now that you know it’s as uncomfortable as if you were sitting on a needle.”

A vein is bubbling out on Cheong’s forehead.

“madam. “Is that why they even remodeled everything to make it more comfortable?”

“I’m not talking about ride comfort. “The heart of a thousand things is like that.”

“It’s okay? Let’s get on because it’s the princess’s order. “What would I be if I told my grandmother who was about to pass away to pull a cart?”

Cheong is inherently weak to elders and is from a poor background so it is impossible to do so.

Isn’t it like riding on an old lady’s paper cart even though she can’t push it?

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Even if the old lady has holes and tears all over her body and is on the verge of vomiting blood.

(However the grandmother is an unrivaled expert in flower gardening)

“If that’s true I will follow your orders.”

Tears well up in Yeonpa’s eyes.

Wasn’t the reason why the Yeon faction settled in the royal family thanks to the great mountain-like grace that welcomed even the lowly Madu-nyeon as a member of the family?

Now I see that Mrs. Buchangbusu is a truly kind-hearted person.

10000 points for your infinite mercy and kindness to those below you.

No how dare you give points to someone who has precious things. What an unholy bitch.

Even if Choi Lyon was asked to score Cheong he wouldn’t be this generous.

Since he is receiving a lot of love from the Wheelchair Witch following the Wheelchair Demon Army the Qing’s merciless massacre of the elderly does not discriminate against the Jeongsama.

—-

Since Jayu was not yet Deokhyeon before receiving the royal throne it was a time when he was staying in the imperial palace.

Jayu’s hobby was reading the words of the sage which was truly fitting for his ink-scented appearance. Today too he was enjoying his hobby under the pretext of studying.

…Oh my…girl…if you do this…please…my body…please…

Suddenly there was a commotion outside! The door opens so loudly that it breaks open.

“uncle! What are you doing!? “Let’s play!”

Regardless of her status as a prince she is a woman who dares to open a man’s door without fear.

She is tall and has a beautiful face but her breasts are so puffy that she is so stupid and shallow that she is the image of a seductress who would burst into a man’s door.

However there are factors worth considering.

Although the fetus is already clearly a woman the spirit inside is that of a ten-year-old child.

“This. Did you escape again?”

“I’m bored. “Let’s play.”

“Huh where did you get such vulgar language-”

“I’m bored! “Let’s play!”

“Now is definitely the time to read poetry-”

“Does it matter? “I’m bored?”

This is bad.

Freedom shook his head gently.

A ten-year-old child usually has no problem as serious as boredom so it is not that important that this is the time when he or she will be reciting poetry in front of the bachelor.

“If you’re bored I have another niece-”

“They are no fun. What’s so fun about sitting still and twiddling your fingers? Don’t do that start a sword fight. “Knife fighting.”

“Hmm if it’s a sword fight not me-”

“Out of all the people I know my uncle is the weakest? The only person who takes it easy even though he doesn’t care is my uncle. It’s not fun if you try to do it with someone who watches you. “I’m going to beat my uncle.”

It is said that it is freedom that is inherently weak but no matter how young and honest it is usually people speak this confidently.

And didn’t you say it was definitely going to hit?

“I didn’t. “I want to play with my uncle.”

“It was definitely like that.”

“I didn’t.”

“I’m sure he would beat my uncle-”

“I didn’t.”

As my waist continues to be cut off even though I am free I secretly feel jealous.

I feel like I want to punch him in the face.

But Jayu held back like an elder.

It is obvious that if you fight you will lose your freedom and if you fight with your nephew before that you will end up as an asshole whether you win or lose.

“hmm. “You don’t like sword fighting?”

“How about calligraphy and painting instead? “A good piece of paper just arrived.”

“Mmm.”

My nephew pretends to think for a while.

And then finally comes to a conclusion.

“no. Rather um. hungry. “Uncle I’m hungry.”

“Then I’ll tell you to bring snacks right away-”

“No I have sweet potatoes. “Let’s eat sweet potatoes.”

“what?”

What kind of sweet potato taryeong is this all of a sudden?

Jayu looks at his nephew in bewilderment at the sudden sound.

But was it really this beautiful?

It seems like my height grew by three inches while I was looking away for a moment.

hmm? Isn’t he a friend of Cheong not a nephew?

A woman who suddenly turns blue jumps and falls through a side door in the room of freedom.

“Why are you going into your friend’s servants’ room?”

Anyway I can’t stop you.

Freedom smiles bitterly and opens the door to the servant’s room.

Soon the eyes of freedom open wide.

There is a dazzlingly beautiful hillside.

A breathtakingly beautiful white back that seems to have been created by gathering only the finest and most precious of the countless lines drawn by the female body.

Both arms raised to tie up the hair.

And why is it that the lump of flesh under the armpits is clearly visible when looking at the back from behind?

Freedom stares blankly at its back forgetting to breathe.

No matter how many times I see it it’s so amazing that I just want to keep looking at it. I just keep looking at it for hours on end.

Then the woman said as if something suddenly occurred to her.

“Ah buddy. sweet potato. “Do you want some sweet potatoes?”

Only then did the horrible lesion on my side swollen as much as a hideous rotten sweet potato pumpkin appear-

“Huh!”

Freedom stood up straight away.

“Give me some water.”

In a dizzy state of mind I looked for water but for some reason there was no sign of popularity so there was no servant to offer food.

Only then did I come to my senses and think “Oh that’s right it wasn’t the king.”

“ha. “What kind of dream is this…”

And after that a sense of self-destruction pours in.

Isn’t it your nephew?

I was endlessly looking at my nephew’s backside but it was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by such art.

The eyes of freedom lose focus for a moment.

Just for a moment.

“Hmm hmm.”

Jayu who blushed and cleared his throat ended up frowning and roughly lying back on the bed.

When I close my eyes I think of that beautiful white skin that was like the light of the moon.

“I’m going to turn around.”

Jayu looks around and sees a water bottle on the table. He puts his face to his mouth and takes a gulp forgetting about face.

As soon as I got into the cold water I felt like I was coming to my senses.

It shouldn’t be like this.

What is the reason that people are people?

It is the freedom of being absorbed in reading the words of the sage as a hobby.

How can something like that be so absurd? A smooth line along the spine a neatly raised bone structure the shadow of the ribs clearly visible under the armpits and a heavy presence like a large mountain exposed to the left and right. Ah Maguni! The basket is stuck!

Freedom bursts into its own wild imagination! My face turns red and looks like it’s about to explode.

However the aesthetic sense of freedom who is well-versed in taboo calligraphy and painting is the most beautiful and immortal in the past and the future.

Freedom is great! He tapped both my cheeks roughly then grabbed the water bottle and flipped it over my head.

Slurp….

However because it is a water bottle with a narrow mouth the cold water drips down my head and flows helplessly.