Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 99

99 – Romeo and Juliet? Samase and Zhugese? (3)

The first floor of an inn crowded with people.

“Buy the information magazine. The winner of this Yongbong Branch has been published.”

A young boy snoops around among the customers, carrying a brief information sheet issued by Haomen.

“First of all, Murim! A lame tiger jumped out of the mountain! There is also a lot of other information!”

“… Limp?”

Meanwhile, a giant in a black coat stops his chopsticks and holds out a coin to the boy.

“Give me an information sheet.”

He usually buys information magazines for orphans who sell information magazines after receiving work from Haomun in the form of a red ship, but today, there was some information that I was worried about.

The winner of the Dragon Feng Association, Sima Manchun, the general commander.

A giant reading an information magazine with Mancheon’s portraits on it.

“Yes… He’s a guy who likes to stand out.”

A faint smile forms on the lips of Mukgang, the guardian of esoteric Buddhism.

“Huh… A genius who deceives even the heavens?”

He savors the tea with an expression that doesn’t know if he’s in a good mood or teasing him.

***

A room full of portraits of a pretty blond girl, Wang Mi-yang.

Seven elders of the Ilwolshinkyo, and a traitor to the Jeonjinkyo.

“Buy! Mind! Only! Cloth!”

The blade of Ma Yang moves swiftly and cuts the portrait of Man Cheon in the shape of a cross.

The body heats up and the large chest moves up and down. A rough breath comes out.

“Haa… ha….”

I will never forget the insults of that day.

‘Hey- you rotten b*tch, stop harassing cute kids and play with me.’

‘It’s a chicken coop! It’s a stable! Clean up the stable-!!’

The words behind it are hallucinations created by Mayang’s paranoia, but anyway.

“A kid who doesn’t even look at women….”

Although she is a little older, she has an attractive appearance from all angles, so it was the first time I had ever heard such insulting words.

In addition, because he was a master at his peak, he was treated as a kind of person wherever he went. So that….

“I will never forget this humiliation!”

With a beautiful self-confidence with slight tears and a trembling face, I make up my mind.

And next to Mayang, who was blushing with anger.

Keying~! Keying~ Keying~!!

(Four pieces of Ching-Gu! Four times the Ching-Gu!!)

Looking at the portrait of Mancheon who was cut into quarters, Yongyeon, the ten swords under the heavens, chatters joyfully.

“… ….”

Mayang, who is frustrated with venting his anger by being angry with himself, tries to regain his confidence.

Close the door and lock it.

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, holding back shame, wearing only underwear that only covered important parts.

“… Aren’t you hurt?”

***

The second floor of the inn under her command of Namgung Sega.

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Eonmu-yong, the tenth elder of the Ilwolsingyo Church, is the real leader of the Namgung family for his personal dealings with the Demonic Sect elders.

Waiting for Namgungcheon, the Thunder Emperor, the ten greatest master of the world.

“hehehe- hehehehe.”

Contrary to his usual awkward fake laugh, a notorious Moorim feat who is genuinely delighted by reading a crude information magazine with gossip written on it.

Concerned about the appearance of the invincible, invincible and unknown, he raised one eyebrow and asked.

“… What is written on it?”

“Huh- He’s my nephew. Great.”

Moo-myeong handed over an information sheet with a portrait of a certain person with a proud face.

[Old file room shock! Fear of the five generations! The total number, Sama Manten, appears!!]

As expected, it was worthless information with provocative titles inserted in order to increase the number of sales.

“I can’t believe the kid I saw at my first birthday party is this big… Something feels new.”

“I am more curious to see you like this.”

In the first place, almost everything about invincibility was shrouded in a veil.

At this point, the dance, thinking that it would be okay to get information out of obscurity, brought up a story from the past that was not usually talked about.

“Come to think of it… He said he killed the director of the orphanage he raised before. Was that your first murder?”

A careful question of dance that weighs the opponent. Unexpectedly, however, Moo-myeong readily answered.

“No, the first murder was a five-year-old.”

“… What?”

“When I was probably five years old, the orphanage director called orphans like me to one place and taught them simple martial arts for a few days.”

The expression of dance hardens at the calmly flowing words.

“Then-‘Okay, I got it. From now on, kill each other and kill each other.’”

“… So did you kill him?”

“If you don’t kill them, they won’t give you food. You have to kill people to eat. When I was young, I thought that was common sense.”

The person in question, Moo-myung, carelessly solves the past, as if he has no idea.

“In the midst of living like that, when I was about 15, the orphanage director suddenly….”

“Out of the standard, unexpected, how come you and the like… Monster baby. -They jumped at me while talking.”

“So well, kill as you learn… ah!”

As he spoke, Anonymous’ eyes widened as if he realized something. Like an idiot, his mouth opens.

“Now that I think about it… It wasn’t an orphanage at all?!”

“… It’s too late to realize.”

Dance let out a devastated breath at the absurd remark.

“… hahahaha.”

Soon after, I realized that it was an ordinary joke at the awkward nameless smile and wrinkled his face. Anonymous shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I think the atmosphere has become stiff for no reason.”

When an annoyed dance tries to refute something.

“Excuse me. The chicken porridge you ordered is here.”

The room door opened and a well-dressed receptionist brought out two bowls of chicken porridge.

“Chicken porridge… ?”

“Ah, I ordered it. You haven’t eaten anything since then. Even though I am a Jiangshi, I need to eat something to recharge my energy.”

The real head of the Namgung family. A deal with Namgungcheon, who is known for his fame and notoriety.

It was a dance where all the plans would go wrong if something went wrong, so I was so nervous that I couldn’t pass the food.

Even though he replaced his body with a Jiangshi, it seems that he can’t help the emotional part like this.

“It would be nice, in a situation like this, the rice goes well.”

Moo-myeong immediately agreed to Mu-myeong’s words that were sarcastic about his insensitivity.

“Of course I will pass.”

Scoop porridge with a spoon and put it in your mouth. Savor the savory aroma and warm warmth.

“Because you have to eat to live.”

Handing over chicken porridge while looking at the dance with black eyes like mud.

“Don’t worry. I will protect you when you need to.”

Gives an awkward smile.

“That’s why you hired me.”

“… ….”

Dance silently received the chicken porridge, took a bite, and put it in her mouth.

It’s a body that doesn’t even need to eat. Why is it delicious? It’s strange.

Seeing that, Moo-myeong continued the conversation lightly with a satisfied expression.

“Oh, and talking about the old days reminded me of that. It reminds me of the first time we met as a body.”

“Don’t.”

Dance tried to cut off the content he didn’t want to hear, but it was already too late.

“It was quite embarrassing when a little girl asked me to join the Wurim-destroying plan.”

“… If I had known you were messing around like this, I would never have seen you.”

The best killer in the world, a plan that cannot be executed without invincible cooperation.

I went to meet him as an equal trading partner, but it was a mistake of a lifetime.

***

Scenic Murimmaeng Garden.

Seeing Gwahae skillfully mending her torn coat with a needle while moving her beautiful fingers, Mancheon had mixed emotions in her heart.

A slightly slanted profile from concentrating on sewing and half-locked blue eyes. Long eyelashes.

The soft body heat felt from the shoulder blades touching each other. Pleasant body scent that tickles the tip of the nose.

Well-grown thighs exposed by shorts, a comfortable outfit for activities. A narrow waist, a swollen chest that can be seen even through clothes.

… I thought she was just a little girl who liked drugs and naps.

She became a woman before she knew it. Now it’s a big dragon, a keoyong.

I thought I would have naturally grown up anyway, but let’s see this feminine side.

My heart is pounding.

“Yes… It’s done.”

After finishing her sewing, Gwahae gently bites her thread and breaks it. He handed her mended outerwear with a shy face.

“… How is it?”

She puts on her coat right on the spot.

To be honest, her father sent her pocket money through Jangsam-yi. It’s her outerwear, though you can buy a new one.

“Excellent. Thank you, I’ll wear it well.”

She was very happy that the cute disciple she hadn’t seen in a long time had done her best to fix it.

And it’s good to save what you can.

“When did you become so good at sewing?”

She was a child who was not interested in this way, so I asked her out of curiosity.

“I practiced.”

Gwahae took out a bag of snacks made of red silk that he had cherished with a smile.

“This is… !?”

Although worn and worn over time, the silk pouch has the word “Samamancheon” Written on it in golden thread that shows signs of being patched and mended here and there.

“Not yet… you had….”

“Because it is a precious gift that Mancheon gave me.”

Took-

Gwahae’s head rests on Mancheon’s shoulder as they press their bodies closely.

Mancheon must have thought of a reunion with a teacher, student, and close friend whom he hadn’t seen in a long time.

The reunion that Gwahae wanted was not like that.

Cross your arms and wrap your arms around them like a snake coils around them. He crosses his hands and interlocks them.

“I missed you.”

It was a reunion between a man and a woman in love.

… And Soso, who was watching the snake as if it was strangling its prey, tried to jump in.

“Stop it. With what qualifications do you want to intervene between the two of us?”

Granddaughter of Yang Jegal, friend of Gwahae. Jegalyeon blocks it.

“Get out of the way. I’m talking to Sima Gongja….”

“You are a man. Yes?”

The feeling of being splashed with cold water. Soso’s expression hardened.

Of course, that didn’t mean Soso was a real man.

“Gongja Namgung and Gongja Sama are always friends of the same s*x. Yes?”

“You… now… !”

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Jegal Yeon’s sharp eyes, resembling her grandfather, Jegal Yang, prick the sore spot.

‘This woman… They noticed that I’m a woman, and they say things like this.’

Due to family circumstances, Soso officially had to be male, no matter what gender he really was.

The guy I like is attached to another girl. A fist is clenched in the reality that even jealousy cannot be properly done.

“… ….”

Resentment, sadness, jealousy, and various emotions swirl.

… And then another visitor appears.

“Brother-!!”

Samase is also a servant, escort, and waterman.

Jang Sam-bung hurriedly rushes in, making a fuss. He went mad and was on the verge of shouting, ‘Run away!’.

Ttogak- Ttogak-.

The sound of regular, dignified footsteps resonates.

Is it summer already? Pink peach blossoms sway in the wind.

A bewitching yet dignified figure, beautiful red eyes.

This is the appearance of Sama Flame.

There were many ‘friends’ of Samabu besides Jegalbiyeong in the Murim Meng, so there was no problem joining.

“Who are you?”

In an unusual atmosphere, Jegalyeon again blocked the flames.

“We are the precious family of the person behind me. She is my one and only sister.”

He smiles and lightly ignores Jegalyeon.

Following the unbreakable red thread of fate, she approaches her beloved brother.

“Chloride… ?”

“I missed you, brother.”

I heard that she was coming, but Man-cheon stood up at the unexpected appearance of her sister.

Naturally, her outerwear, which shows traces of sewing here and there and traces of another woman, is stepped on by Yeom-hwa’s eyes.

“… My clothes are very damaged. Please come here.”

In order to cover it up, to erase the traces, I reach out my hand toward the outer garment.

Tak-!

Gwahae cuts off Yeomhwa’s hand.

It warns anyone who dares touch the dragon’s treasure with its blue eyes.

“Don’t touch me. It’s mine.”

“…… Under?”

Laughter flows from Hwa-hwa’s mouth at such absurd words.

My own brother, only my own Shaoxuant.

“My brother is yours? You say something funny.”

However, contrary to the word “Fun”, The dark red eyes do not smile.

Two girls who do not show an inch of concession confirm each other’s existence.