Three Swordsman
Episode 27's
CHAPTRE 27
Farewell Time Meeting Faster
Shadow
a huge strapping black flashed over the wuwungan of the house, a magnifier
the area that lived in the Southeast of the Asoka kingdom. The governor is also an
hartawan, Cipta Hanggada. Despite being rich, he was never afraid
lost treasure. Therefore, in the house of his great building, the,
there were not many guards guarding every corner of the building. It
have a guard as necessary.
Cryptically
Hanggada is a good and generous magnifier and treasurer. Frequently
giving donations or alms to the surrounding population or
people in need. Just be bright, don't steal, definitely in
his help.
The name Cipta Hanggada is very famous as a generous person.
***
Baskoro, the black shadow proved the news by patronizing the residence of Cipta Hanggada.
Correct
once, the house behind the great wall, it turned out that there were less guards.
It was with high magic, flashing towards the storage warehouse
treasure.
Baskoro's shadow was apparently followed by a slender shadow that was not far from Baskoro.
The movement is agile and deft, not much different from Baskoro himself.
To the extent that Baskoro was caught off guard, he was very surprised after successfully removing three tiles and preparing to jump down.
There was the misfortune of a small object roaring towards him.
Wind
the blast ignited Baskoro's nerves of alertness. Quickly
he struck a collapsed object that was attacking towards him, some rocks that were
he was struck with a long-range punch, Ajian Force Poison.
The stone became dust and flew in front of his handsome face.
Her eyes
wide-eyed, in front of him right, he found a slender body figure
dark blue with a sword screech on his back, looking at him sharply.
Her face was beautiful, her round eyes were brilliantly reflecting light
moon. Her long curly hair was tied up on her nape
brilliant.
"
The rotten thief, '" rebuked loudly, and instantly developed a second.
his hands are that taut. The wind of his punch published a sound
the trembling, attacking towards where Baskoro was standing at the top
wuwungan house.
Baskoro without daring to crazily, because he felt the misfortune of a strong blow.
" Huup.. hiaaaa..."
Two blows met in the air. Exploding out red smoke and red flickering.
Position
both changed. Baskoro was surprised he had already launched the Selaksa punch
The poison was one-sixth part, yet his punch could still be broken by
that beautiful girl.
While the girl, spread her eyes that were originally round beautifully.
" Don...."
Ia
bersedik, he felt a little crushed by his horses, even though he did not
wounded. But the misty air gave off a fishy smell, and he was quick
aware, that the blow launched by his opponent was a poisonous blow.
" Hey, poisonous thief, stole what you're in my house, '" he snapped once more.
Baskoro, his heart's choked. He did not think that what prevented his action was the daughter of the magnifying child of this treasurer.
Girl
beautiful who has magic not far below her level. It
can measure the opponent's strength from the results of meeting the two blows earlier.
" Ha. ha. ha. ha. it turns out that there is a beautiful guard dog in this house," his ridicule heats the girl's ears and heart.
"
The brash-mouthed thief. I Shine Kemuning son of Cipta's father
Hanggada, tell me your name, so don't be a nameless corpse!" with
angry sheen retorted and threatened, along with the passing of the sword
thin long from his waist, the weapon of the Meteor Blast Sword mestika
the white color is sparkling and able to absorb toxic air.
Baskoro smiled cynically. He who has a lot of experience, is able to judge, that the sword that was passed is a mestika sword.
Because he saw the marks of the poisonous blow did not in the least affect the awareness of the sheen that was in front of him.
"
Ha... Ha... Ha.. I'm Baskoro, never afraid of bluffing and
barking of the guard dog," Baskoro straightened his arms ready
opening attack.
Hearing the curse, she became even more angry.
"
Hiaaa.. accept my attack," his Meteor sword twitched like.
the rapidly sliding shooting star splits seven punctures towards the body
Baskoro.
" Hiaaa.who is afraid,"
Yells
replying to the attack, he turned both of his arms back and forth half
circle. The rotation creates a circle of colored light
red and smelling fishy, it flashed through the seven sword lights
leads to dangerous places in his body.
Light
the poisonous red had managed to snare the seven sword light escapes,
then suck it up, break it and continue the attack
break through from that sword light.
Glossiness
being surprised, did not expect the rotten Baskoro maling was able to
annihilating his Seven Meteor Rain attack. Even the red light is poisonous
it hit her straight into her chest. Wind blow it**** weight, continue
breaking through his Meteor sword defense. He was a little nervous...
The wind blows still escaped towards him.
Suddenly
he heard the roar of an angry dragon that shrill high cut
the red circle of toxic light blows poison cellar belonging to Baskoro.
Voices
the screeching coming out of an ivory bamboo flute carried the wind
the roaring blow, able to fade Baskoro's great attack.
Youth
the yellow shirt with the handsome face that was always smiling had stood up
standing between the Sheen and the Baskoro. In his right hand
an ivory flute that let out a roaring sound earlier
"
I'm sorry, miss, please step back to safety" gently and kindly
Ganesha bowed and let the sheen move away.
Glossiness
back breathing. Turns out the thief, not the random person,
it was fortunate that this kindly smiling handsome young man had come on time.
Without a sound, he just nodded and walked away.
" I'm sorry, I'm Ganesha. Forced to intervene," continued Ganesha kindly.
Baskoro
very astute. If you obey his young lust, it feels like a duel
go to Ganesha. Yes, Ganesha, the name he will remember,
whoever he is will be a tough enemy for him. Baskoro knows, though,
with just a flute and the sound of the flute alone, his Poison Force punch
the eighth level can be broken easily.
And
one more thing, look out for the Glare of Yellowing, hmmm.
Ganesha, Baskoro quickly jumped berserk splitting the night by chance
darkened. Because the moon is clouded.
***
Ganesha
not expecting, he easily charged away the young man who had already
take that terrible blow. He let the strange young man go
behind the darkness of the night.
Slowly he turned around, finding a beautiful face staring at him.
Ganesha was stunned, at a loss for words, after which he intended to ask what had happened.
Two
pairs of eyes meet each other, look at each other, judge each other, but sheen
not strong to stare longer. And without feeling both his cheeks feel
warm. Must have been red. He then lowered.
"
Sorry, miss, I was sassy, meddling in your affairs. Again, I
apologize and say goodbye," Ganesha lowered his head slightly, turned around and jumped over
quickly leave the glitter of pensive Yellowish on its own above the precarious
her house.
Without realizing it, he compared Baskoro and Ganesha.
Equally handsome, handsome and powerful.
Baskoro maling is handsome.
Ganesha is a handsome, friendly and powerful.
Ah.. lamented sorry, not yet had time to thank. Ganesha has gone somewhere.
Fortunately, he went home.
Already
in five years he studied silat from the Rainbow Sword college, in
the South Seas. By Ki Arya Sentana, the Swordsman
Lightning gave permission to go home to release kangen to his father and mother.
New
briefly kicked. It turns out that he encountered an enemy of higher knowledge
from her. Let alone the science of Ganesha, he knew it must be far above him.
Ah, dear. He has not yet become acquainted.
With
a troubled feeling, he floated down from above the precarious. And look
both of her parents woke up. Heard the commotion above the precarious.
Ia
immediately rushed into his mother's embrace. His father was just a prank
chief. Seeing the ones fighting above his house, one of them was
What's the matter, he suddenly went home?
Seriate....
Embers In Husk
Cloudy hanging, the frenzied sound of thunderbolt whipped the dark sky..
His voice was trembling, a bright light split the sky instantly bright. The sound of the wind roaring rolling.
The rain has not yet fallen, the storm has not raged. Nature's omens haunt Asoka State.
*
No time rolls so fast.
There's change.
There's turnover.
There's differences.
Which is the basis of life itself.
Then rolling never stops.
Season by season.
The ride never stops for a moment.
So is the land of Asoka that is safe and peaceful.
Blessed is His Majesty the King of Bengal who led with justice and wisdom.
Scintillating time. Brilliant time.
Blessings and rewards and God apparently. Because it has leaders and rulers who always attach importance to the welfare of the people.
That was, like, different from the present.
Asoka State in a cloudy cloud that began to darken the originally brilliant Asoka State.
The great leader, His Majesty the King of Bengal, has died.
People grieve. All the people lost.
Asoka state in a blanket of sadness.
Black Umbrella hanging in Asoka Country.
***
The dawn is a symbol of hope. New hope. New shoots replacement.
After the King died. Take up his replacement.
Crown Prince Baruna as the successor to the throne of the Asoka State Kingdom.
At first the people laid hopes of happiness on His Majesty the young and mighty King Baruna.
But the hope of the people is like a cloud in the darkness of the sky.
The cloud blew away in the wind and disappeared.
Hope is lost without a trace!
Baruna differed one hundred and eighty degrees from his father, the late Bengal.
Young, mighty in physical terms yet empty wisdom and wisdom spring up.
This Young King had been trapped by his own lust.
Ever since
still the Crown Prince, lust for women, foya-foya added
again the influence of the people around him, even more plunging
The Young Prince.
Baruna, not once displaying a great person as the heir to the throne of the glorious Asoka Kingdom.
Until he became king. Not change any circumstances.
His favorite is still as it used to be. Women and foya-foya.
Affairs in the government were handed over to his Prime Minister, Banara Pamanya himself.
***
Life was no longer peaceful.
No more tranquility. Full of chaos.
Full terror.
Governance
King Baruna who was appointed king, replaced the King of Bengal who
have died considered less ABLE to continue greatness, authority
and the wisdom of his father.
Indeed
it has been "forecasted "before if the Crown Prince ascends the throne
later. The government will suffer gloom and fall.
Truely
it was, finally proven, that the Young King was unable to control the wheel
reigning, the Viceroy was always in the "strip of his "uncle Banara as
Prime Minister. With his cleverness and smooth movement
covert.
The land of Asoka had actually fallen into the hands of Banara.
Banara controls the wheels of government.
Country
started to be controlled by corrupt officials. Greedy will power
and wealth. Which has been chosen and prepared by
Banara.
Led by the Prime Minister, and his allies like-minded ministers.
Subtly removed the senior ministers who were honest and loyal to the previous King of Bengal.
By means of cunning, slander, or the vile and mysterious elimination of life.
The loyal minister's minister was in "removed "from the Palace.
The marauding and foul scents, scandals and alliances from the palace spread everywhere.
To guard against any possibility of retaliation and the safeguarding of his office and glory.
Para
corrupt officials and territorial rulers armed themselves.
To maintain security, the recruitment of the losers who used to be on tap
and it was wiped out by the previous time.
Losers who are mostly perverted figures, appear to the surface again.
Para
Perverted Datuk and criminals allied with Corrupt officials. Become
personal bodyguards, roof tiles, bouncers, become guard dogs
corrupt officials.
Leaving glory, hitching power.
Become the accomplice of the devil.
Oppression is like a pageblug plague, spreading fast everywhere.
Where the people are burdened, tribute and high taxes. The people became poor and starved.
The people not in Ayomi were squeezed and strangled!
While the officials were in possession of treasure and pleasure.
Things get worse, because criminals who are not part of the glory rations choose to make the atmosphere worse.
Spreading crime, spreading terror, theft, robbery, rape, murder.
Like eating everyday.
Crime news is never lonely in Asoka Country.
The black shadow of destruction, floating thickly in the air of a land that was once peaceful, safe and prosperous.
The criminals who did not want to be messengers, they chose to be the king of the little king in every corner of Asoka Country.
The state of Asoka State is like embers in husks.
When the time comes, it blasts the coals into civil war.
***
Banara the Prime Minister, as the "ruler of "Asoka Country, was not satisfied.
He needs a confession.
But how is it going?
Baruna was the King who was legally chosen as the successor of the Land of Asoka.
Then do the above. Slowly and surely, all the starting places in the control of Banara and his henchmen.
Baruna is the King of Dolls.
The young and beautiful concubine Alamanda, who had a hidden ambition, had dared to show her wish.
Tubs titted.
Alamandas
is a concubine who is good at placing positions. Good at taking heart,
good at seeing situations and taking chances.
He was able to quickly conclude, what was going on.
When Banara several times held meetings in his palace.
No one, come in.
All meeting needs are prepared by the waiter, before everything starts.
The Steaming Room he chose as a meeting place.
To finalize the plan, master Asoka in total.
He was always organizing, watching closely, mastery of important posts in the Palace.
Alamanda knows all that. With his ingenuity, he managed to extract the contents and decisions of each meeting.
With
serving her husband well. When you shower together, eat
together or when sleeping together is always hot, Almanda succeeded
making Banara tell her own story.
All of that, made his heart flower happily.
Wishful
and his dreams have soared far into the clouds. If only Banara could be
King Asoka, then his son will be the Crown Prince.
Banara's first wife, Sri Laksmi, Paramitha's mother, had only one child.
And
he knew Paramitha, happier to be a female swordsman, followed
her husband lived in the Valley of Waiting, rather than being a princess of the palace
respected and respected by people.
This
this is a golden opportunity for Alamanda. He must immediately make
himself pregnant. Son of Banara. Boys of course.
Alamandas
smiling silently. At the most her beautiful face with
the messy hair and sweat were still not dry from his body
naked under the blanket.
The hot struggle, and the explosion of romance that keeps Banara asleep very fast.
Banara experienced fatigue and satisfaction at the same time.
Alamanda was still in his nude position getting out of bed. Towards the open window.
The radiance of the moon, the light struck his smooth, marble-like body.
Sleeve
and her beautiful slender legs. Her small waist was slender on
complete a pair of smooth thighs and a fine pair of mounds.
Not to mention, a pair of her breasts, which were large left open in the night wind.
The wind blew the waving window curtains touching the top of his chest.
He ignored, kept looking at the moon and smiling so triumphantly.
The moon is so sweet to hang
Shine with its warm light
While Asoka in the quiet that..
Seriate...
