Chapter: 1225

Pyo-wol asked,

�How big is Runan?�

�It�s pretty big.�

�To what extent?�

�To the extent that it�s overflowing with brothels. Hehe!�

�Khehehe!�

Yang Cheol-hwan and his fellow warriors burst into laughter, as if they were happy just imagining it.

As time passed, the rain fell harder and harder.

It was already pitch black. Coupled with the heavy rain, the atmosphere became even more gloomy.

Pyo-wol leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes.�

Then, a foul smell penetrated his nostrils.�

Oh Gu-kyung�s voice came,

�What do you think?�

�Hmpf! Don�t you trust my skills?�

�That�s not it��

�This is the Dream Soul Incense. Even a large cow can�t withstand this, what more of that guy?�

Han Buyong�s nervous voice echoed under the rocks.

�Stop it. Aren�t you tired of fighting like this every day?�

�Hoo!�

�I thought so.�

After Yang Cheol-hwan said his piece, the two of them kept their mouths shut, while the rest burst into laughter.�

This wasn�t something they experienced in just a day or two.

The two argued every day, and they would only stop once Yang Cheol-hwan intervened.

Yang Cheol-hwan got up from his seat and approached Pyo-wol. Then he tapped him with his toe. When Pyo-wol didn�t budge, he grinned.

�Oh this son of a bitch, he had completely fallen asleep.�

�Of course. Do you think a guy like that can withstand my Dream Soul Incense?�

�You did well.�

Yang Cheol-hwan raised his thumb to Han Buyong, who pursed her lips. Only then did Han Buyong smile brightly.

�Fearless bastard!�

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