Chapter 475: Episode 8 I Hate Doing the Dishes

“Man is human, and hunger is hunger. Emmusotu is alive! See you Waqil.” Unable to bear the humiliation of the second roaring slogan, the matchless turned his face to the sky. The reddish-red sky turned to blue-blue. As the feathery clouds in the eastern sky were dyed red, a red photosphere protruded from the horizon. Mussang has never seen the sunrise on the horizon in Korea. This means that we have never seen a field equivalent to 4 km in the distance. The sun rising from the sea emits a red halo, but the sun rising from the ground spreads bright yellow rain in all directions. The sun has crossed the horizon. Yellow rain poured down on the savage land. The light emitted by the wheel of the sky drove the mist of the Pande River back to its original place. Water mist wrapped around Mussou, Dino, and Simon D, and went up to the sky. The gigantic beast and the red giant reflected in the luminous mist of water are nothing but the gatekeepers of the gates of heaven and hell. Behind the pair was a young bright yellow halo. Gandura was blown away by the river wind from the Pendae River, and the mist was dried up. A pair of incomparable wearing a light bae floated in a white cloud. Fog or humans? “Ah!” The clamor exploded. The incarnation of the god, Tubaiburpa, descended into the Human Age with the Isu and the ceiling. Black Culture was mesmerized by the exquisite performance created by nature. “He’s a real man! Professor Muulsori’s admiration took a different direction. What human could be prettier than me? Can even a god have the same faith and trust as Tubai? It’s not incomprehensible. God does not answer, but Tubai is an answering being. An intense nerve impulse that started from the top of his head ran through his chest and lower abdomen, all the way to his toes. Professor Muulsori, who had been living as a celibate for 30 years, was heartbroken. His face was hot enough that he could feel it himself. ‘It’s not that I didn’t like men. It’s because I haven’t met a real man, a man.’ She realized later. It was said that she consumed her shining youth in vain because she was obsessed with self-righteousness. ‘How about fifty! Shall I propose?’ The dried-up emotions flowed out like a fountain, but it was a sound without a jaw. Regardless of his age, the angel of Novatopia, Rudry Ethel, has his eyes wide open. All of Tubaiburpa’s vassals are followers of Ethel. Even the humans in front of us who chant Tubai Burpa are opportunists who only want a chance to have Ethel as their queen. If you get a spoon for Rudry Ethel’s rice, the angel who postponed the ascension, it will be like cotton in a noodle-making machine. Professor Muulsori’s gaze rested on Simon D’s red face, which stood tall like a steel tower. it’s pretty cool A chicken instead of a pheasant, no, that man is also a real man with self-luminescence. Sweet water began to flow in the dry wadi. The water that flowed like a thread burst out like rushing water. Professor Muul Sori found his lost spring, but Simon D was in trouble.
I looked around the party who had met me with a pair of soft eyes. Professor Mulsori, Orthodox leader Bakri, Orthodox secret guard Mohammed, guerrilla warfare godfather Ibrahim, Mamluk supremacist Ahmad… They are helpless people infected with the ombuti virus.
They are welcome faces, but every time I hear the slogan that raises chicken flesh, I feel a hundred times more uncomfortable and thousand times more burdened. At the same time, it warmed my heart. It is happiness in itself that humans trust humans. I felt like I had returned from the world of beasts to the world of humans. No, he returned to the human world he would create with them. “Ho ho ho! Tubye, it’s been a while.” “Professor, you worked hard.” The incomparable Professor Muulsori held the outstretched hand tightly. Thanks to the oil discovered by Professor Mulsori, he was able to develop Novatopia stably. There is no such thing as a belly button. “Let’s say hello to the hardworking family first.” Like a seasoned senior, Professor Mulsori turned his unparalleled attention to other colleagues. You can talk about oil slowly. “That’s right.” The pair nodded his head and took the hand of the elder Bakri Zadir. “Bakri Zadir, son of Ali Zadir, the successor of Antioch, has been through a lot. I lost my hair.” “Thank you. The villain is Tubaiburpa’s Kanzar (Persian dagger). I’m just grateful that it has a use.” Bakry bowed his head deeply. Tu Bye Burpa is his life and the master of his clan. I developed alopecia areata while sorting out the refugees in Novatopia, but the hard days were completely forgotten by a word of sincerity. “Bakri Zadir’s brother Mohammed Zadir, you’ve worked hard.” Mohammed’s eyes were sunken, too. As Novatopia began to be known outside, spies began to intervene. He was exhausted from building information networks and picking out impure molecules. “Thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of thousands of years, small people are just the eyes and ears of Tubaiburpa. The grace that saved her sister from her misfortune was also lacking, so she found happiness. Long live Tubaiburpa.” Mohammed fell to his knees and kissed his matchless feet. “It’s useless! There is no other bride who is as pretty and gentle as Basel. The toad that ate the goose, no, Om Bouti, who took Basel as his wife, was blown away. This gentleman must be busy with work.”
“Aklan Crew remained in Novatopia with brothers Jamal and Amud. It is difficult to empty the space as important construction is being carried out at the same time. His mouth must have popped out of his mouth.”
“Everyone is suffering. Ibrahim, how many Kurdish brothers have migrated?” “Ibrahim praises Tubaiburpa. 4,500 people relocated over five occasions. The French government is actively cooperating. By the end of the year, 30,000 people are planning to move.” “Take care of your grading, taking into account your carrying capacity.” “I will keep that in mind. We are first introducing the brothers from the mountains of northern Aleppo who are in danger and those who are hiding in the Osmanie Mountains.” “Isn’t Osmanie Turkish territory?” “Habitz of MIT (Turkey National Intelligence Service) is actively helping. I asked Tubai Burpa to give my regards.” “Oh, Ojak Vir (meaning that he is ranked number one in the first group) Hong Danmu (Habutsu) is helping! Tell them you’ll buy me a drink next time.” Habitz is a Turkish friend who helped lead the Kurds across the Syrian border. So, you never know when and how the relationship will continue. “Did you work hard in Ahmad training?” “Thanks to the grace that Waquille has given me, I have become three times stronger.” “Hahaha! The only ones who like being whipped are you and the scoundrel. OK? Are you not Nezema?”

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He pretended to be surprised when he found the tall, unmatched boy. Nezema, who had not dared to step out and was hiding behind the adults, came out with a bright face. “Praise Tubai Burpa. Nezema greets Master.” Yes, Jema fell to his knees. He is the guy who took the bat and accepted it as a disciple because he dared to face the zombies. “You haven’t neglected your training all this time.”
After a year, my body was well balanced. A master can determine the level of training just by looking at the body balance of his opponent. “Yes, I have reduced my sleep and have been reminded of Master’s teachings.” “Um, are you talking about a lot of work? Mohammed!”
“Yep!” “Contact with DGSE Ariva Manager and give Nezema and Niamma French citizenship.” “Yeah, I see.” “Choose smart kids, make them French and send them to Europe to study technology.” “Yeah, I’ll do it right away.” Until the founding of Novatopia, for the sake of convenience, they have no choice but to have French citizenship. No, you have no choice but to have French citizenship until you get international recognition. Korean nationality? it’s a no-brainer Politicians and bureaucrats, who had no way of acquiring nationality, and who were accustomed to receiving rather than giving to the people, would almost say nonsense. Realistically, we have no choice but to rely on the French system. The clever Boniface would have aimed for Novatopia to have no choice but to make a realistic tripartite with France. “Nezema, when do you feel happy?” “It’s time to master the ogeumgong passed down by the master and learn the science and the world from the uncles.” “Ohh! Being able to study and having someone to teach me is great happiness. Is there any other happiness?” Nezema pondered. Tubaiburpa’s teachings to do as you please and not to be ashamed of it shook the soul. Yes, Jemma lifted his head. “I will change the happy order. The first is when he sees his younger brother Niamma eating well, studying hard without endangering his life. This happiness was given to you by Master, so Master is the owner of Nezema. The second is when I help someone with the martial arts and studies I have learned. Now I teach study and gymnastics to children who escaped from Eritrea. This is also the happiness I got from Master for opening Novatopia and accepting poor children. The third is, as I said before, when I learn and master. Master has given me all this happiness, so I will repay his grace by helping others to the best of my ability.” “Hey!” The pair smiled with satisfaction and tapped Nezema’s shoulder. The size of the soul has nothing to do with age. At a young age, Nezema became a mature human being able to fulfill the human condition on her own. Suffering either nourishes or destroys the human frame. His basic personality is important, but his environment and help cannot be ignored. The pair looked back at Barkri. “great. Thanks to you, the future of Novatopia is growing so well.” These are people of different ethnicities and different religions, but they are people who have broken down the walls of their hearts. Whether they are yellow, black or white, Catholic, Muslim, or shaman, they are people who have become one with the black culture. “Novatopias are not discriminated against based on religion, ethnicity, property or gender.” Barkley said solemnly, as if reading a scripture. “Emmusotu is alive! Long live Tubaiburpa!” The rest were choked. “Novatopias are rewarded for their efforts.” “Emmusotu is alive! Long live Tubaiburpa!” “A Novatopian thinks of what he can do before he hopes for anything.” “Emmusotu is alive! Long live Tubaiburpa!” ‘Oh my gosh, I’m crazy. Geumganggyeong was brought to Africa and suffered a lot.’ The pair raised their hands. If I left it alone, it seemed like I would memorize the spirit of Eungmu soju and chant Tubai Burpa until sunset. If Barungo and Kamuge had seen this, they would have protested that the dog with the dung was scolding the dog with the chaff. “Wakil!” The sound of a drowning man calling out cooled the heated atmosphere. An unusually small man rushed to the side of the yard. Blue Pabo running across the ground, a terrifying face to see in a dream, a short height that can touch Simon D’s waist, and Seon Woo-hyun, nothing to look at. “It’s too late for my younger brothers and sisters to turn around.” Soon Woo-hyun passed his breath over his shoulder as if sprinting for a fairly long distance. “Damn it, my skills have improved quite a bit. It was a lot of hard work.” The pair laughed softly. “Wakil, you can’t do this. It can’t be like that, Jo Kang-ji-joon is left on a farm that smells like chicken dung and goes to have fun with a stupid Sicommon.” Seon Woo-hyun threw the djembe (African hoe) bag he was holding in his hand and groaned. Seon Woo-hyun was indescribably disappointed. Humans are buzzing around the Black Mamba, but this time, the Ombuds are the only ones. The Samaria Farm would have been normalized in line with Waquil’s expectations if the Barungo had not rebelled. He practiced day and night to regain his lost honor and achieved considerable results. He was only looking for a chance to use his stronger fighting power in actual combat, but Waquille went to Congo with only Simon D without saying a word. Seon Woo-hyun lost his composure with regret and jealousy. It’s his biggest weakness.
“Sweet, you bastard with no frills!” Simon D rolled his eyes. Aww – Before he could finish speaking, a huge beast came out and howled. Dino was standing like a shadow behind the pairless steps. A virtuous Dino knows the meaning of the spunky idiot that Simon D utters. It seems that the tall human in front of me has done something wrong to the owner. The roar is a warning not to flirt. Kururu- A huge roar that amplified the roar of the monk three or four times swept through the farm. “Ek. This is even installing a terrifying cat and it’s crazy!” Surprised, Seon Woo-hyun jumped and stepped back. Shhh – Dino, feeling bad, leaped up without a sound. He jumped 10 meters at once and swung his feet in the air. Siwoong- A log-like bridge rang out and attacked it. Seon Woo-hyeon, who was dazed, got up by bouncing his body, avoiding the claws like a dagger at the iron plate bridge. “Isn’t there some kind of beast?

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