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Tearmoon Empire Story - Chapter 292

Published at 22nd of October 2021 09:37:52 AM


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I don't know what the beginning signal was.

The two horses, however, increased their speed almost simultaneously.

Evening ravens and rough storms kicking up rough ground and running with mud scattered.

Luvi puts pisci and munch in the buttocks of evening ravens and Meer gets her arms slapped by pisci and reins.

"No. Yeah, Evening Raven. Faster, faster!

If the voice of Luvi's temper sounds in the sky,

- No, no, no, no! Whoa, it falls! It's falling!

Meer's pitiful voice echoes in Meer's heart.

Gulah, gulah, shaky body. My legs almost came off my legs and I was seriously about to fall off many times.

It was Meer who tried to brake again and again, but still, the speed never slowed down.

Meer devours her teeth, even as she tears her eyes and snorts her nose.

Hard work, tell yourself.

What happens if I slow down here?

Then, I'm sure, the future that was written in the Empress Herald of Examples will remain the same.

In this situation, it should be noted that if you continue to have the will to try to escape, I am sure that you will never give up on escaping, no matter what the situation is going to be...

- Yes... I will win this battle and grow another one. So this speed should never slow down... oh, I knew I couldn't. Stop it, stop it!

... It was just that a rough storm didn't follow my "stop" instructions.

I tried to convince myself to encourage Meer, but I couldn't......

It was already exceeding its limits and was slightly distorted by tears in front of it.

Until the goal, only leave half the straight line. The once-in-a-going offense, while marginal, was more led by the rough storm. but......,

"Oh... I really can't do this anymore, maybe... ugh"

On that horse, Meer snapped small. There was something sour all over my mouth, kind of, grumpy in front of me, going around.

To his weak voice, Pickle, and the ears of a rough storm moved.

For a few moments, the rough storm turned to the side, chilling.

It's like, "If you really can't, stop, but what do you do?," he looked back, as if to care for Meer. At least, it looked that way to Meer.

In the midst of a desperate battle, a rough storm cares for me, the rider.

And yet you don't have to work hard on yourself?

Meer, shut her eyes quietly.

For a moment, it is the days with the previous rough storm that rise behind your eyelids.

Many times, I've run around this course with you and hit you in the butt many times without breathing.

If I wanted to stroke him, he'd blow me sneeze, I don't know what it is, but he'd blow me sneeze, blow me, blow me...

Such a warm practice landscape has come to life in front of me.

Somehow, there were times when I felt like I was being ridiculed, but still, I'm sure the rough storm cared for me.

Because until today, Meer has never been heavily injured. In front of a real rough storm, no matter how many times I fell...

- You must have cared for me just because I didn't notice.

Thinking about it makes my workout days to this day seem kind of, like a great time......

Every single scene of memories looks sparkling......

............... that was also similar to an example alle that people would look at on the verge of finishing their lives...... well, that's anyway.

If one of those days is today, there's no way we can stop here.

So!

"Good luck with the last one! Rough Storm!"

Meer squeezes out a word of patience.

"Never..., never lose. Yikes!

The moment Meer called out, I heard a little horse groan somewhere.

I don't know if I signaled that......, the rough storm accelerates further from there.

- I will definitely win! Rough storm!

Meer remembered such a unity, like running with a rough storm.

This is what overlapping minds with people and horses is all about... and I'm even impressed Meer.

Right behind me, I feel the rough exhalation of evening ravens. The footsteps were never apart, just following.

It was always Meer, who would almost throw up at that pressure, but now it's as if I'm not anxious.

"You won't lose. Rough storms will never beat you and others! Isn't that right? Rough Storm!"

Again, as if to respond to that voice!

I can go, I can go, everywhere!

If it's a rough storm, even at the end of the earth, it might take you... I even thought of that...... But...

"Ah..."

Such a good time did not last long.

Meer noticed abruptly.

The goal line is, already, to be behind us......

"Ah..."

The next moment, the distant sound came back all at once.

Cheer, cheer, cheer!

A voice celebrating Meer's victory reaches Meer's ears as the face of the Meer Support Group...

"... wow, me, did you win?

Meer looked around just momentarily and found her own people smiling and waving......

"Oh...... you won! I did it. Wow!

In unintentional ways, Meer raised her hands! Keep it up, wave to the boom and his supportive companions.

Boom-boom, boom and...

And naturally...... those hands weren't holding the reins!

"............ oh?

For a moment, a strange floating sensation struck Meer.

Yes, Meer forgot.

Until just now, I've been used to the disastrous speed of a rough storm, so maybe it's stuck, stopped? And so on and so on.

Meer right after the goal, too, that's going pretty fast..., so...,

"Oh? Oh?

Guru, Guru, my vision turns. The appearance of a rough storm stopping on the spot slowly wandered away......

And... Meer... flew!

"... Huh?

Pocahontas and I keep my mouth open, soaking up Meer.

Before that there was a shadow rushing like the wind.

"Be careful, young lady."

That was Lin Ma Long waiting near the goal.

Pooh, the horse dragon manipulated the horse he was riding to catch Meer flying by drawing a beautiful parabola, brilliantly. Hold it aside and gently flush the course.

"You can't look around when you're on a horse or let go of the reins, miss. What do you teach in the equestrian club?"

The preached Meer......, drops her shoulder softly.

"Ugh, it doesn't depend..."

Meer looking like an angry puppy.

It was Meer who would show off a little bit of Victory Run, but still, her voice honoring the good fight never got smaller.

After circling the course, Meer descended into the earth......,

"Ugh... I'm so ashamed of you."

Even as I tweeze, I look for my own horse.

"Nevertheless, I knew it was fun. At the last moment, you slowed down and accelerated my thoughts, and like this, I felt like a wild storm and a single heart. I have to compliment you."

That's how Meer looks for a rough storm. and……,

"Oh...?

Near the goal, he caught sight of three horses spending time amicably.

That was in Hanayang, the boss of a rough storm who was coming to watch the race, and his child's horse......

I was really familiar with those two heads, and there was a rough storm appearance that folded over my body...

The figure looks like... a close family...

"Oh, Rough Storm, I'm glad my son and his wife showed you a good place"

Seeing three friendly heads, Ma Long said.

"... huh?

Pokan, and Meer, who opens her mouth. Right in front of him, a rough storm, buffoon, was waving his tail all the time in a good mood.

- Oh, oh, I see... If you ask me, that pony, you looked like a rough storm.

It is Meer who somehow convinces me. but......,

"Oh...? With that said, the wild storm accelerated earlier... and with that said, it was like where the flowers were...? Besides, at that time, I turned my face to the side, maybe because I was staring at you...? At the end of the day, I did my best because I wanted to maybe show my wife and kids something good...?

For a moment, Meer immediately denies the imagination that came to her mind.

"Damn, that's not true, is it? That's because me and the heart of the wild storm are one. It's a victory. Yeah......"

I felt like I could never be happy thinking about this any more, and Meer circled that imagination and threw it on the other side of her thought.

Like the other side of memory, the other side of thought was Meer, very close by.

- Nevertheless, Hanayang... you thought it was me in the future, but you didn't seem to have eyes for a man.

A little, pitiful eye, Meer. Seeing that, the flower leaning down his neck wonderfully. And......

"Oh?"

Meer feels a cool breeze in her neck.

That's the feeling I've felt before......

"No way..."

In front of Meer, who turned around, there was a rough storm that made his nose crack......

"Hey, hey, hey!

...... Well, like that, it was Meer who became the winner of the fast run division.

Good...... right?




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