Inferior ability user's return from the demonic realm

"Um, Baltro's jizzy! You're going to talk to your mother!

"Ha ha... you were one good opponent, Joon-ho"

Wang Junhao threw his feet out big on the bus to the airport's own private jet. Put your legs together, which you can see from the outside of the jeans that you have not been able to work out. And beside that Joon-ho, there was still a boy with an unassuming appearance laughing bitterly at the tablet PC with one hand.

"If this is the case, we're going to Millemer in no time! Liang (Llang) Xiao (Shao) brother (Didi)!"

"I told you to stop my little brother! Joon-ho, I'm 12 years old!

"Wow, there it is! It's small, okay?"

"Now... what? Joon-ho."

"Ah... hey, nothing, Ryo"

Joon-ho, a giant body over 185cm tall and exposed to a thick arm from his short sleeve, waves hastily in the light that created a small shadow on his face.

(Ryo cares too much. Because you're with me, you're gonna look extra cute)

Sometimes Joon-ho, who is more than twice as old as Ryo, can't get his head up on this outrageous boy.

The light that disappeared from the face explained the current situation to Joon-ho as he looked at the screen of the tablet PC.

"Joon-ho, I haven't given you permission to take off yet. Jun Hao jumped in all of a sudden, so the controls seem to be in a hurry."

"Huh? You're kidding me! What are you doing, controls! I was wondering what you came so soon for. If Bartolo's Jijii came first to Miremar, they would have taken his prey. I can see what you're thinking."

"Well, rather than talking about prey... Junhao would be more right to say that he was scared of his aunt. Because [Heavenly Clothes Seamless] is also shapeless in front of my aunt"

"Ba! There's no way! You've been blowing turnover on me! I can't forgive you for doing all this licking, I'll do all the prey. I won't refund you a penny."

"Ha, it's the first time Joon-ho has taken action, even though he certainly hasn't transferred the money yet, right?

"No, it's the second time. It was Dortmund."

"Heh, that happened, too"

"Well, this time we'll move as soon as we check the transfer locally!

"Then why don't we just move now? Killing the enemy before the transfer doesn't invalidate the reward, does it?

"No, I can't give in there. I don't trust an institution. It's against my policy to allow that."

"I think we're together because we're already taking action like this..."

"No, that's not true. It's a turnover measure this time to keep you on the ground right away!

"Well, that's what I'm going to do... Oh, for now, let's get on the plane. I'll rush the controls."

"Please, Ryo. And do you immediately know where the enemy is?

"I'll leave that up to you, considering the purpose of Sult's sword, there's only one reason for those guys to be held in such a neighborhood millemmer or something. Probably found a powerful spiritual ground. Besides, if we get information from the military regime, we'll be able to identify the location in no time. Looks like the agency's already working around here, and you're not going to do anything with the information."

"Ha! I hope so. Well, isn't that Baltro that sec? Otherwise, I wouldn't be asking for this [heavenly clothes seamless]."

"Well, for once, I'm saying I'll transfer the money first if it works, so that means I'm definitely going to pay it. But Jun Hao is too expensive - and the institutions are bitter around there, aren't they? By the way."

"That's where I get annoyed! I won't lose my hand if you pay me. It has always been, and will always be. Otherwise, my value would be reduced!

"I mean, maybe you're mildly serious about trying to get out of Jun Hao, that Mr. Baltro. That's a refund."

"Let it be! When it starts, all of a sudden we're gonna go in full bloom! Ryo! I'm going to raid those people who say sult swords and stuff right away! Ryo, protect a guy like Matt Woo!

"Ha ha... if this is what that Baltro is after too, he really can't eat it"

Junhao's private jet had already left the hangar and the engine was on fire. Toshihao says as he bumps, he climbs up the stairs, carrying on one hand a moon knife covered in a cloth bigger than Toshihao's body.

Wang Liang, the boy with the troubled smile behind it, followed it.

About an hour after that, the jet, which carried Junhao, finally out of control OK, flew towards Miremar, towards Ho Chi Minh, the relay site.