Chapter 261 – Nature (3)
Ride the grip – hot blood flows.
Drops of blood patted down on the floor.
Clinging the handle of the dagger, Neyman plunged the blade deeper into it.
Kek-
As he twisted the blade that had been stabbed in Arnold’s neck, blood poured out onto the floor.
Arnold’s fingertips, which were gripping Marjorie’s hair, trembled.
His cock jerked – dripping the remaining semen from his urethra onto her cunt, then collapsed onto the dirt floor.
It is dead.
“You bastard…!”
A bald-headed man named Baker who was stuck in an unexpected situation.
He let out a curse – groping his ankle-deep trousers to draw out his weapon.
He couldn’t let go.
The moment Neiman was about to rush at him-, in a matter of seconds, he pulled out his weapon.
Just like that, the knife that Neiman had thrown out clicked and collided to block it.
“Lee Ik-! Dog fuck…!”
Hard-
The two blades collided and slipped – making an unpleasant rustling sound.
Neyman gritted his teeth and snarled, thrusting his body forward.
The man, who was in a precarious position because of the pants dance caught on her ankle, fell behind and missed the knife.
Once again, Neiman’s blade blazed.
Heo Eok-
This time, the man succeeded in grabbing Neiman’s arm with a narrow margin. However, since it was on the floor- there was no corner to escape from that blade.
Neiman snorted and put his weight on his arm.
The blade goes down little by little, little by little.
“Oh, no! Cee hair! Save me! My, please-! Jebaaaaal…!”
Did she say that everyone in the face of death is the same?
Old people and young children are all bound to beg for their lives like dogs—that Arnold, who had turned into a cold corpse over there, was like that.
The more the blade slanted down—the bald-headed man’s face contorted in fear in the face of death.
If it was Bondi Neiman- I couldn’t ignore that face.
She couldn’t have pretended not to have heard the man’s words begging for her life – her tears and runny nose.
But the present Neyman—his eyes wide open, exhaling exasperatedly and gripping a dagger—the kind Neyman, rather, smiled with his teeth exposed.
For some reason, laughter leaked out.
“Die! You bastard!”
A swearing sound came out of Neiman’s snout along with droplets of saliva, and his arms trembled and the tip of his sword trembled. It was because of too much power.
The blade moved lower and lower—and eventually touched the man’s skin.
Despite the fact that the man was holding on so far that all the thread veins in his pupils burst, the blood-soaked blade was crushed by Neiman’s weight – piercing the fabric wrapped around him and stabbing the skin inside.
And in the end, it tore through his muscles – and stabbed his heart deep inside his ribs.
Oh oh oh oh oh oh…!
Flurry.
Blood bubbles spewed out of her mouth, and the man’s arms relaxed.
Pooh Woo-wook-
When the resistance disappeared, the blade was completely embedded in the man’s body.
“Heh-uh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh, CBR-.”
Neiman stooped to the side, holding his dagger’s handle—and gasping for breath. Beads of sweat dripped down.
It felt like all the strength was draining from his body.
“Neyman…!”
“…Is everyone okay?”
Ian and Lily came out of the bushes belatedly.
There must have been a quarrel at the camp, and blood was splattered on their collars.
Fluff-
Marjorie, who had removed Arnold’s corpse from lying on top of her, stood up hesitantly on the floor.
Moonlight pours through the branches, illuminating her pure white naked body.
“Marjoriei…!”
She glances back at Neyman.
“Why, why did you…? Why the hell is that…! What were you thinking, giving your body to these scumbags…!”
“You’re not that kind of woman,” Said Marjorie, looking at his groin.
His pants were wet with semen. Neyman looked down at the still-undyed erection and pursed his lips.
“This, this is so…”
No-, I was about to say-a misunderstanding-but Margery turned his head away.
He got up from the floor and tried to reach her.
He was thinking of dissuading her. It’s not like that. I was thinking of wrapping it up in some kind of sham words.
But at that moment.
Sabaksabak-
Seo-joon appeared in the bushes.
“…”
Seo-joon, whose entire body was soaked in blood, glanced at the bodies of the two dead men and snapped his fingers at Margery.
Then, sadly, she followed Seo-joon’s gesture and approached him.
Seo-joon opens his arms.
Marjorie threw herself into his arms and let out a warm breath.
“Seo Jun-ah…”
Marjorie held onto the hem of his dress—and looked up at his face. He was the pupil of a loyal bastard—as if he were looking for praise.
Seo-joon grabbed her volga and said with a pat.
“You worked hard, sister.”
“`
“Shall I kill? Shall I release you?”
Seojun asked.
Arnold the Ten Commander and his limb Baker are dead.
The rest of the deserters are all tied up.
A few hours ago – not long after Neyman went into the bush – Ian tried to wake her group up, realizing that the mood was going badly.
I tried to wake Seo-jun first, but he was already awake.
Standing up under the moonlight, Seo-joon listened to Ian’s story and began tying up the snoring deserters.
In the process, a few smart people got up and drew their swords and resisted, but Seo-jun’s single sword blew off his wrists one by one.
The moment of resistance was very short.
Realizing that they couldn’t win against him no matter how much they shook their teeth- one by one they laid down their swords and surrendered.
Worried about Marjorie and Neyman, Ian went into the bush with Lily, but fortunately both were unharmed.
It was just a strangely approaching that it was like that, and that it was overturning the semen of all the man.
Why did she give herself to her men?
To draw out their ugly nature-? Thus, to end the dangerous tightrope-?
Or, she really wants her guys to the bodies-? Otherwise, she is to induce her jealousy to Nay far?
Looking at her now-it was a hope without a long time.
Her eyes followed only Seo-joon-the two ears were squeaked every time they spoke. She seemed to focus her attention, panting her tongue, panting her tongue to her owner’s struggle.
Did you say that? To seduce her guys-?
If he did it, why was she followed?
In the end, all of these questions-no one could know except her.
“Why don’t everyone have an answer? Should I kill you? Should I save you? “
When Seojun asked again-the party trembled.
He looked around with a black eyes that sanked lowly.
Either way.
Again he asks.
This time it was a human life.
Everyone knew here that if someone talked about this-must go to the flow of the opinion.
So no one could talk out.
Ian, of course, Lily, Monica, Mazeri, Bella. Even Nayman did not have any opinions.
No, Nayman seemed to be mentally. His pupils were only looking at Machiri standing by Seojun.
“Would you just kill?”
Seojun approached the deserters tied with a dried knife.
Then the deserters screamed out of the deserters. I asked for it to save me.
If you pass to the military, they will die anyway. Dress was medium. He steals weapons and horses-they killed and ran away from the soldiers who had been together. It was a sense of execution without any trial.
His knife touched the nape of a man. As if you were going to cut it right away.
The man smashed her pants as the cold blade touched her nape-her shoulder-shaking her shoulders.
Seojun smiled and dropped his knife. He then looked back at the group one by one.
“Or, should I save it?”
Again-unlikely, there is no answer.
Will they live clean with dogs?
He was already a deadly writer.
I will hide from place to place in the imperial army and the police officers.
Hide in the farmer’s house, raped the woman-killing the family, and the food, and the food will be celebrated and headed to another place.
Looting, arson, and murder will be eaten.
With a word that is raised to protect the border-holding a smelting weapon-a trained body and murder skills will persecute innocent farmers.
Someday, I’ll be caught by the Tobe University, so I will commit such a massacre and plunder until my neck is cut.
Seo Jun turned his knife and wrote this word with a bad stranger.
It seemed to establish a justification for killing themselves-the four deserters shook their heads.
The cloth that blocked her mouth was soaked so that she would never do it, and he would never.
“So, shall we save it? Shall I kill you?”
Seojun asked again.
No one could answer. His breath was clogged. In case he would forced him to answer one-his fingers pointed out-he could not see his eyes.
Seo-joon, who looked around at the party, shrugged his shoulders and said.
“Then what … I will decide. “
At Seo-joon’s words- no matter who said it first, he let out a sigh of relief.
And Seo -joon wielded his knife.
