Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart

The immortality pool

All the psychics are still doing gatherings in the stockroom. As the king entered the temple hall, the place looked quiet, he heard a voice from the other room. As the foot-capture dragging its giant wings approached the door, the king was pushed by two female guards who aimed a whip at him.

“Please, let me meet the head of cynayang” said the king.

“Can't be king, you have to wait until the eyes of day sink” replied them flat with faces of anger.

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The king sat on the floor of the Hall while waiting for that time to arrive. Inside the temple, the atmosphere is so cold and cool. A clear floor can reflect its own shadow and glaze over it. Around the temple there are cool trees there is a flow of water pool of immortality that flows behind it. Without feeling, the king of Permadi fell asleep until he dreamed he was in a strange place.

“King, is that you?”

Green smoke rolled around the pool.

The king walked over to the pond, he saw so many magical powers gathering by forming rays in the green water. Initially the king was reluctant to touch the water, until there was one hand from the pool that pulled his body. A little more he went into the water, if the green smoke did not directly bring him drifting away from the pool.

“Who are you?” ask the king of Permadi.

“I am a genie in the present and the past, a civilization-changer in the jin river valley to open a supernatural shell in replacing revolution. I am a reader day and night” said the green smoke formed the figure of a genie dressed in psychic.

“Are you a ghost of a temple dweller? Why did you pull me out when you were going into the pool? I could have found a cure for Arska's daughter in sana” said the king again approaching the pool.

“King, it is a pool of immortality. Anyone who enters without using the ritual of asking for eternal life then he will become a victim.”

“Say, how can I find a cure for princess Arska?”

“King, you have not completed this reincarnation perfectly. Do you remember the potion given by the Han psychic you didn't drink it all? Now you are in the midst of a painful and happy destiny. I'm the one who helped you with Han's psychic powers that come from me.”

“Who are you really?” asked the king a little surprised to see the terrible change in the face of the psychic.

“I'm a Coral psychic. A psychic who was killed by Yaksa's mother. He killed me so cruelly!” a loud voice echoed in the air.

The wind rolled strong, the Permadi king entered the round of the supernatural world. He stood watching the incident of the murder of a psychic figure who Karang. The blood that escaped as if real, hit the wing tip of the king of Permadi. The king seemed to disbelieve seeing the grandmother had a cold-blooded murderous nature. The tip of the king's wings that were exposed to blood suddenly turned into a burning fire.

“Arghh!” scream the king.

The king in the flush oeh the cenanyang that surrounds him. When he woke up, the wingtips looked like they had been burnt out. Seeing that the sky was dark, the king realized that his dream was real.

“King, what do you want from this temple?” ask the head of the shaman.

He was led by another psychic into the pool of immortality. Beside the pool was a smiling Han psychic looking at him.

“King, you must have met Karang” muttered psychic Han.