Story of Maung Kulon

Death God

The Wingless Angel continued to run by using the science of lightening his body which was difficult to be in the first grade level. The beautiful girl actually ran like a shadow.

If he had passed through a crowd of ordinary people, they would not have been able to see him. At best, you may only feel the bad luck of the wind that even feels sharp.

The Wingless Angel ran through the darkness of the night. Even though it's midnight, it's pretty bright outside. For now the moon shines unobstructed by the clouds.

He ran towards the forest where people rarely pass by. In this day and age, what else is there besides lush forests? Almost in every place there must be a forest that is still awake its beauty.

In this age even the animal population is still very good. The balance of natural ecosystems is still maintained. Birds lay quietly. Tigers and other wild animals beg in peace.

In this day and age, humans and animals coexist without fear. Because they take care of each other. Nature still wants to be friendly with humans because its sustainability is still awake.

There are rarely cases of humans eating tigers or on snake pats. Even if there is, it's just the instinct of a wild animal. And of course, behind everything there is a reason. Either the man destroys the house of the beast, or the man intends to kill the beast.

Clearly, the balance of nature is very closely intertwined. Humans can know disasters and so on just enough of nature's cues.

But, do not expect the above mentioned things to be found in this day and age. The reason anyone knows. If there is, it is only in certain areas.

In front of the restaurant that was previously visited by Cakra Buana and the Wingless Angel, suddenly appeared two black horses that were dashing and burly. At a glance, anyone will know that the two horses are topnotch horses.

The rider was an old man about seventy years old and a young man. At best he was only twenty-eight years old.

"Teacher, where did he go?" ask the younger man.

"Hmm, he's far enough away from us. It seems that the boy first learned of our arrival" replied the old man called the teacher.

"Can't we go after him?" ask the young man again.

"Did you forget? Who could escape from the God of Death?" said the old man who called himself the God of Death.

"Then, how do we go after him teacher?"

"You just calm down. With the science of lightening your already tall body, you will soon catch up with me. Well now, keep our horses in a safe place. After that you immediately followed me," said the God of Death.

"Good teacher. The disciple understood," replied the young man who turned out to be his only disciple.

"Good," said the old man, nodding.

After which, he immediately tracked down the horse's back then darted through the night-splitting forest. The direction was exactly that of the Wingless Angel.

"Great. The Garuda Movement to Glide Through Mega has never disappointed. If I had mastered it perfectly, maybe I would have been like a teacher, too" muttered the young man, shaking his head at the teacher's departure.

After which, he immediately went into the surrounding forest and tied his two horses to a tree trunk. Furthermore, he immediately followed his teacher with the science of lightening the body that is no less great.

The old man nicknamed the God of Death continued to run increasingly louder. The science of lightening the body of his creation named Garuda Glide Deras Penetrate Mega, is indeed a science of lightening the upper class body.

Even this science very rarely meets its match. Because once tracing a tree, the slide can be up to dozens of spears though.

Time keeps going. Three people who were far apart each darted through the darkness of the night. The Wingless Angel paused for a moment while looking back.

"I have to run as far away as possible and find a place to be on my own. I have to perfect all the teacher's legacy. If it is now, it is not the right time to seek revenge," muttered the Wingless Angel as he prepared to go running again.

But how shocked the beautiful girl was when she turned around. Right in front of him at about a distance of ten spears, stood an old man with long hair slightly agitated and already whitened. His clothes were gray and worn.

The old man looked at him sharply and full of anger.

"Do you think you can run away from the God of Death? Hemm, it feels like no one has class from my hands yet," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Congratulations. It turns out that this old jackfruit is really powerful. Now I understand why the teacher died by him, ' Inner Wingless Angel.

"Well, who said he would run away? Huh, just recriminate," replied the girl in annoyance.

The old man laughed at the Wingless Angel. Even the sound of his laughter to the point of shaking shook some of the tree trunks.

"Hahaha, don't pretend. In front of me, even if you're determined to leave, you won't be able to leave,"

"The old man is shameless. Old man, why are you chasing me so much? You think I'm a fugitive?"

"You're a fugitive. Fugitive of my students,"

"I told you I didn't want to be his wife. I'd rather die than live with your student,"

"Stupid girl!" snapped at the old grandpa.

"What's my student lacking? He is handsome, even has a very high knowledge, there are rarely young men who are claustrophobic of my students. I will take care of you too. Less what else?"

"Even if your student becomes the number one person in the martial world, I still don't want to be his wife,"

The girl was completely fed up with all the words of the old grandfather nicknamed the God of Death. If asked to choose, she would choose not to marry for the rest of her life rather than be the wife of the young man.

If in terms of cleverness, Death God disciples are indeed quite powerful. It can even be taught with high-class figures. If he practices a few more years, of course he is able to compensate a grandfather of green forests.

If you don't like it, how will you? Love is about sincerity. Not about coercion.

The Wingless Angel chose to continue fleeing as she was unable to face the God of Death. If the old geezer had not existed, perhaps his disciple would have already become a corpse by this time. Because no matter how tall the Death God disciple was, the girl was certain that the young man was still beneath her.

"Please! Now I ask you one more time, will it or not?"

"No!" the Wingless Angel was full of anger.

"Well, you chose. Don't regret your decision," said the God of Death no less furious.

Finished saying so, he disappeared from sight. Suddenly the Wingless Angel instantly fell silent like a statue.

The entire point on his body was already in totok. He can't move at all. Let alone fight, glancing was very difficult. Totokan is really great.