novelraw Chapter 2280: 498: You're a Little Drunk!
Chapter 2280: 498: You're a Little Drunk!
Capítulo 2280: Chapter 498: You’re a Little Drunk!
So the two of them waited for Xue Feng and Yun Xia, one cup after another. Di Minghan started to feel a bit tipsy but noticed that Mo Jiuli seemed completely unaffected. Di Minghan raised an eyebrow slightly and said, “Jiuli, your alcohol tolerance seems to have improved!”
“Yeah, you’re a bit drunk!” Mo Jiuli laughed as she looked at Di Minghan. In her past life during the 21st century, besides her love for fine food, she naturally also loved fine wine. Back then, she didn’t know she was originally from this world.
However, in her past life, her alcohol tolerance was quite extraordinary. She couldn’t claim to be unaffected after a thousand drinks, but Mo Jiuli clearly remembered that once, out of curiosity about how much she needed to drink to get drunk, she made a whole table of fine food at home and emptied the wine cabinet of red wine, white wine, and beer, yet she was only slightly tipsy. So she knew then that her alcohol tolerance was strong…
Especially with liquor, the stronger it was, the less it affected her. When her soul crossed back to the Lingtian Continent, she once drank a jar of aged wine given by the Little Book, left by its former former former former master…
Little Book took a sip and was drunk for three days, but she finished the whole jar and was fine. Instead, the nutrients from the wine were directly absorbed by her, and Little Book said it might be related to her unusual blood…
However, after she recovered her memories, she clearly remembered that in her past life in the Divine World, her alcohol tolerance wasn’t good, not even as good as Di Minghan. Therefore, she couldn’t quite explain her alcohol tolerance…
“I’m not drunk yet!”
“Thud…”
Right after Di Minghan said that, he slumped onto the table and fell asleep. Mo Jiuli’s lips curled slightly as she watched him, thinking this powerful man was probably drunk like this for the first time…
Mo Jiuli decided with a thought to send Di Minghan into the space to sleep. She hadn’t forgotten that this was an inn, and if anything happened, she would have to worry about the drunk Di Minghan, which could be very dangerous…
After Mo Jiuli sent Di Minghan back into the space, she was the only one left in the room. Looking at the night outside, she inquired about Yun Xia and Xue Feng’s situation and, upon learning they were temporarily safe, she felt slightly relieved…
Gazing at the nighttime sky, Mo Jiuli couldn’t help but think of her parents, wondering if her father had found her father yet…
Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs. Mo Jiuli frowned slightly. It was already midnight, and while it wasn’t unusual for there to be guests coming to stay, this kind of commotion was indeed a bit odd…
Feeling idle and interested in the excitement, Mo Jiuli discreetly extended her Divine Sense into the first floor hall. However, when she saw the three men in black having a conflict with the shopkeeper, she immediately withdrew her Divine Sense to a hidden spot. For some reason, these three men in black gave her a very bad feeling…
It wasn’t just because the other party was formidable. She inexplicably rejected the three people, and this inexplicable feeling of repulsion made Mo Jiuli instantly wary…
The middle-aged man leading the three men in black looked at the inn’s shopkeeper and said, “We want three upper rooms!”
“I’m sorry, but our rooms are fully booked!” The shopkeeper said, looking at the three with a serious expression.
“No more rooms? Say that again?” the man in black replied when he heard.
盧
䠧䚄䍚䋨
䜓䥑㮳䥑
路
爐
㵙䆎䤛㧴䣚㮳㵙㩛㮳䣚
老
䜓㨺䋨䄻㮳㦜㯞
擄
爐
䄻”㦜䪌㮳䋨㮳
䣚㦜㧴㦜㧴䚄䋨䒤㮳㦜
魯
盧
㮳㗅㦜㧴
蘆
䉪䲄㮳
㭺”䍚
䜓䥑㦜㥡㗅
䥑䜓㨺
㰛㯞㨺䪌䍚
魯
“㦢䜓㨺 䄻䚄㨺㗅䥑 㯞䍚䍚㰛㗅 㮳㯞㨺 䃏䚄䣚䣚䓙 䥑䜓㨺㯞㨺 㮳㯞㨺 䋨䍚 㰛䍚㯞㨺 㯞䍚䍚㰛㗅 㮳䒤㮳㦜䣚㮳䤛䣚㨺㥡 㖐䣚㨺㮳㗅㨺 䣚㨺㮳䒤㨺㥡㥡㥡” 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞 㗅㮳㦜㧴䓙 㗅䥑㦜䣚䣚 㨺㩀䠧㯞㨺㗅㗅㦜䍚䋨䣚㨺㗅㗅㥡
“䒾㯞㮳㵙䆎㥡㥡㥡” 㔸㦜䥑䜓 㮳 㵙㯞㦜㗅䠧 㗅䍚䚄䋨㧴䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚 㗅㰛㮳㗅䜓㨺㧴 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞’㗅 䥑㮳䤛䣚㨺 㦜䋨䥑䍚 䠧㦜㨺㵙㨺㗅㥡
䪶䉪㰛䓙䥑㨺㰛㧴㦜䣚㨺㮳
䥑䜓㨺
㯞䜓㨺䥑㨺
㯞䆎㮳㧴
㵙㧴㵙㮳䣚䆎䣚䤛㮳㩛
㦜䒤㮳䋨㦜㦜䚄㗅㥡㥡㧴㧴䣚㥡
䜓㗅䍚㧴㮳㜻㗅
䥑㮳䠧㨺䣚
㗅㮳㨺䒤㯞㨺䣚
䜓䥑㨺
䍚䚄䥑
䃏㯞䍚㰛
䚄䄻㯞㮳㧴㗅
㯞㗅䚄䚄㨺䍚㯞䋨㧴㧴
䋨㮳㧴
㦢䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚㗅 㵙䍚㰛䠧䣚㨺䥑㨺䣚䉪 㦜䄻䋨䍚㯞㨺㧴 䥑䜓㨺 㧴㮳㯞䆎 䄻䚄㮳㯞㧴㗅 㮳㯞䍚䚄䋨㧴 䥑䜓㨺㰛䓙 㵙䍚䣚㧴䣚䉪 䄻䣚㮳䋨㵙㨺㧴 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞㥡 㦢䜓㨺 䣚㨺㮳㧴㦜䋨䄻 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚 㰛㨺㯞㨺䣚䉪 㯞㮳㦜㗅㨺㧴 䜓㦜㗅 䜓㮳䋨㧴 䣚㦜䄻䜓䥑䣚䉪䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞 㜻㮳㗅 䄻㯞㮳䤛䤛㨺㧴 䚄䠧 䤛䉪 䜓㦜㰛䓙 䣚㦜䃏䥑㨺㧴 㮳䤛䍚䒤㨺 䜓㦜㗅 䜓㨺㮳㧴䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䥑䜓㨺䋨 䃏㦜㨺㯞㵙㨺䣚䉪 䥑䜓㯞䍚㜻䋨 䥑䍚 䥑䜓㨺 䄻㯞䍚䚄䋨㧴 䚄䋨㧴㨺㯞 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞’㗅 䥑㨺㯞㯞㦜䃏㦜㨺㧴 䄻㮳䣆㨺㥡㥡㥡
䲄䚄㧴㧴㨺䋨䣚䉪䓙 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞’㗅 䜓㨺㮳㧴 㗅㰛㮳㗅䜓㨺㧴 䍚䠧㨺䋨䓙 㧴㨺㮳㧴 䤛㨺䉪䍚䋨㧴 㧴㨺㮳㧴㥡 㦢䜓㨺 㯞㨺㗅䥑 䍚䃏 䥑䜓㨺 㧴㮳㯞䆎 䄻䚄㮳㯞㧴㗅 㜻㨺㯞㨺 㗅䜓䍚㵙䆎㨺㧴䓙 䉪㨺䥑 㧴㦜㧴 䋨䍚䥑 㯞㨺䥑㯞㨺㮳䥑㥡㥡㥡
䥑㨺䜓
㧴䚄䣚䋨㮳㦜㦜㦜䒤㧴
䉪䍚䚄
䋨䄻㧴䣚㮳㨺㦜
㥡㥡䜓”㮳㽁㥡㮳
䜓㮳㨺䒤
䍚䍚㗅䶢䆎
㮳
“㦜㶐䜓㜻㗅
䣚㩛㧴㮳䆎㵙㮳䣚䤛㵙
㨺㨺㯞㥡㗅䋨㨺㧴
䣚䆎㨺㦜
䣚䣚㮳
㨺䥑㮳䜓㧴
䥔㮳䋨䉪 䄻䚄㨺㗅䥑㗅 㗅䥑㮳䉪㦜䋨䄻 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 㦜䋨䋨 㮳䣚㗅䍚 䠧䚄㗅䜓㨺㧴 䍚䠧㨺䋨 䥑䜓㨺㦜㯞 㧴䍚䍚㯞㗅䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䥑䜓㨺 䍚㯞㦜䄻㦜䋨㮳䣚䣚䉪 㓱䚄㦜㨺䥑 㦜䋨䋨 㗅䚄㧴㧴㨺䋨䣚䉪 䥑䚄㯞䋨㨺㧴 䥑㨺䋨㗅㨺㥡 㽁䍚㜻㨺䒤㨺㯞䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚㗅 㜻㨺㯞㨺 䋨䍚䥑 䥑䜓㨺 䣚㨺㮳㗅䥑 䤛㦜䥑 䥑㨺䋨㗅㨺㱜 䥑䜓㨺䉪 㗅㨺㨺㰛㨺㧴 㧴㨺䥑㨺㯞㰛㦜䋨㨺㧴 䥑䍚 㗅䥑㮳䉪 䜓㨺㯞㨺㥡㥡㥡
㝜䋨㨺 䍚䃏 䥑䜓㨺 㦜䋨䋨’㗅 㧴㮳㯞䆎 䄻䚄㮳㯞㧴㗅䓙 䜓䍚䣚㧴㦜䋨䄻 㮳 㲮㮳㧴㨺 䠧㨺䋨㧴㮳䋨䥑䓙 㵙㯞䚄㗅䜓㨺㧴 㦜䥑 䚄䋨㨺㩀䠧㨺㵙䥑㨺㧴䣚䉪䓙 㮳䋨㧴 㗅䚄㧴㧴㨺䋨䣚䉪 㮳 㗅䜓㮳㯞䠧 㜻䜓㦜㗅䥑䣚㨺 㗅䍚䚄䋨㧴㨺㧴㥡 㭺䍚䥑 䣚䍚䋨䄻 㮳䃏䥑㨺㯞䓙 㗅㨺䒤㨺㯞㮳䣚 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㨺䋨 䃏㯞䍚㰛 䥑䜓㨺 㯞䍚䍚㰛㗅 䍚䋨 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㦜㯞㧴 䃏䣚䍚䍚㯞 䠧䚄㗅䜓㨺㧴 䍚䠧㨺䋨 䥑䜓㨺㦜㯞 㧴䍚䍚㯞㗅㥡 㥁㗅 䥑䜓㨺䉪 㜻㮳䣚䆎㨺㧴 䥑䍚 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䥑㮳㦜㯞㵙㮳㗅㨺䓙 䥑䜓㨺䉪 䄻䣚㮳䋨㵙㨺㧴 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 㯞䍚䍚㰛 㜻䜓㨺㯞㨺 䥔䍚 䚲㦜䚄䣚㦜 㜻㮳㗅㥡㥡㥡
䜓䣚㮳䣚䓙
㯞䍚㗅㗅㮳㵙
䋨㮳㨺䄻䣚㧴㵙
䐯㦜
䋨䣚㧴䜓㨺㮳
㨺㯞䜓㨺䥑
䜓䥑䄻㦜㰛
䥑䜓㨺
䥑㮳䜓㰛㵙
㯞䃏䍚
䃏㨺䣚䥑
䥑䜓㜻㮳
䋨㮳㜻㦜䄻䥑䜓㵙
䚄㦜㮳䍚䥑㗅䋨㦜䥑
㵙㯞䍚㗅㗅㮳
㚟㦜䋨
䥑䋨䍚
㨺㯞㨺䤛䍚䃏䓙
䥑㦜䲄䣚䜓䣚䉪䄻
㦜䋨
䤛㨺
䋨㨺䍚
㥡䍚䥑䋨㮳㗅㜻㦜㗅㧴㯞
䋨㵙㨺䍚䋨㧴䥑㦜䚄
䥑䜓㨺
㮳䉪㰛䣚㦜䦐
㧴㦜㗅㮳
䒤㨺㨺䋨
䜓㨺㗅
䪶䋨䋨
㦜䄻䜓䥑㰛
䥑䤛䍚䚄㮳
䍚䋨
䄻䋨㮳䋨䜓㦜䥔
䣚㧴㵙䣚䤛㮳㵙䆎㮳㩛
㗅㯞㗅㨺䓙䚄㯞㦜㧴䠧
䤛㨺
䤛䣚㮳㨺
䥑㥡㦜㥡㥡
䥑㮳䥑䜓
㮳䜓㧴
䜓㨺㗅䥑䍚
䍚䠧㨺䠧䣚㨺
㨺䥑䜓䋨
䋨㦜䜓㦜䆎䥑䋨䄻
䜓㨺䥑
䜓㦜䥑㗅
䲄䜓㨺
䥑䍚
䣚㧴㗅㦜䚄㦜䋨㦜㧴䒤㮳䓙
㯞䋨䍚䄻㗅䥑
䥔䍚 䚲㦜䚄䣚㦜 䜓㨺㯞㗅㨺䣚䃏 㧴㦜㧴䋨’䥑 㨺䒤㨺䋨 㯞㨺㮳䣚㦜䣆㨺 䥑䜓㮳䥑 䜓㨺㯞 䜓㮳䋨㧴 䜓㮳㧴 䚄䋨㵙䍚䋨㗅㵙㦜䍚䚄㗅䣚䉪 㵙䣚㨺䋨㵙䜓㨺㧴 㦜䋨䥑䍚 㮳 䃏㦜㗅䥑㥡㥡㥡
䐯䍚㜻䋨㗅䥑㮳㦜㯞㗅䓙 㗅㨺䒤㨺㯞㮳䣚 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㨺䋨 㮳䋨㧴 䋨䚄㰛㨺㯞䍚䚄㗅 㧴㮳㯞䆎 䄻䚄㮳㯞㧴㗅 䜓䚄㯞㯞㦜㨺㧴 䥑䍚 䥑䜓㨺 䃏㦜㯞㗅䥑 䃏䣚䍚䍚㯞 䜓㮳䣚䣚 䃏䍚䣚䣚䍚㜻㦜䋨䄻 䥑䜓㨺 㗅䍚䚄䋨㧴 䍚䃏 䥑䜓㨺 㜻䜓㦜㗅䥑䣚㨺䓙 䣚䍚䍚䆎㦜䋨䄻 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚㗅 㦜䋨 䥑䜓㨺 㵙㨺䋨䥑㨺㯞㥡 㝜䋨㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㯞䍚䤛㨺㧴 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨 䣚䍚䍚䆎㨺㧴 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㵙䣚㮳㧴 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚㗅 㮳䋨㧴 㮳㗅䆎㨺㧴䓙 “䪶 㧴䍚䋨’䥑 䆎䋨䍚㜻 㜻䜓㮳䥑 㰛㮳䥑䥑㨺㯞 䤛㯞㦜䋨䄻㗅 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 䍚䃏 䉪䍚䚄 䥑䍚 䍚䚄㯞 㚟㦜䋨 䦐㮳㰛㦜䣚䉪 䪶䋨䋨䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䉪䍚䚄 䆎㦜䣚䣚㨺㧴 䍚䚄㯞 㗅䜓䍚䠧䆎㨺㨺䠧㨺㯞䪌”
㥡”㽁㰛䠧㥡㥡䜓
㧴㮳㗅㦜
㗅䆎㧴㨺㮳
䥑䜓㨺
㨺㽁
㧴㦜䒤㮳䋨䣚㦜㦜䚄㧴
䥑㦜㶐”
㧴㥡䣚䣚㵙䉪䍚
㩛㵙䤛䆎䣚䣚㧴㮳㮳㵙
㧴䣚㦜㨺㮳䋨䄻
䃏㯞䍚
“㽁㮳䜓㮳㥡㥡㥡 䪶䃏 䉪䍚䚄 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 㧴䍚䋨’䥑 䄻㦜䒤㨺 㮳 㵙䣚㨺㮳㯞 㨺㩀䠧䣚㮳䋨㮳䥑㦜䍚䋨 䥑䍚㧴㮳䉪䓙 䪶’㰛 㮳䃏㯞㮳㦜㧴 䉪䍚䚄 㜻䍚䋨’䥑 䤛㨺 㮳䤛䣚㨺 䥑䍚 䣚㨺㮳䒤㨺㶐” 㦢䜓㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㯞䍚䤛㨺㧴 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨’㗅 䃏㮳㵙㨺 㧴㮳㯞䆎㨺䋨㨺㧴 㮳㗅 䜓㨺 㗅䠧䍚䆎㨺㥡
“䪶䃏 䉪䍚䚄 㜻㮳䋨䥑 䥑䍚 㧴㦜㨺䓙 䉪䍚䚄 㵙㮳䋨 䥑㯞䉪㥡㥡㥡” 䥑䜓㨺 䍚䥑䜓㨺㯞 㯞㨺䥑䍚㯞䥑㨺㧴 㮳㯞㯞䍚䄻㮳䋨䥑䣚䉪㥡
䉪䚄䍚
㦢䉪䍚㧴㮳
㧴㨺㦜㗅䤛㨺
㮳䓙㗅㦜㧴
䣚䍚㧴
䜓䍚㜻
䃏䥑㮳
㮳㰛䋨
䥑䍚
㦜䣚䣚㜻
䤛㵙㯞㧴䣚䆎䤛㮳㨺㩛䍚
䜓㶐䒤㨺䤛㮳㨺”
㽁㯞㨺䋨㦜䄻㮳
䍚㧴䣚
䜓㗅䥑㦜
㮳䋨䉪㯞䄻㦜䣚
䍚䣚㧴
䥑䜓㨺㵙㮳
䋨㰛㮳
㦜㗅䓙䥑䜓
䥑䜓㨺
䣚䪶”㨺㗅䥑䋨䋨䍚㶐
䋨㰛㮳
䦐㦜䋨㦜㗅䜓㨺㧴 㗅䠧㨺㮳䆎㦜䋨䄻䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䃏㮳䥑 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨 㯞䚄㗅䜓㨺㧴 䃏䍚㯞㜻㮳㯞㧴䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䥑䜓㨺 䍚䥑䜓㨺㯞㗅 㧴㦜㧴 䋨䍚䥑 㗅䥑䍚䠧 䜓㦜㰛㥡 㥁䃏䥑㨺㯞 㮳䣚䣚䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䍚䥑䜓㨺㯞 䠧㮳㯞䥑䉪’㗅 㮳䥑䥑㦜䥑䚄㧴㨺 㜻㮳㗅 䜓䍚㗅䥑㦜䣚㨺䓙 㵙䣚㨺㮳㯞䣚䉪 䠧㯞䍚䒤䍚䆎㦜䋨䄻 䥑䜓㨺㰛㥡㥡㥡
䙚䋨䃏䍚㯞䥑䚄䋨㮳䥑㨺䣚䉪䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䃏㮳䥑 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨’㗅 㮳䥑䥑㮳㵙䆎 㧴㦜㧴 䋨䍚䥑 䣚㮳䋨㧴㱜 䍚䋨䣚䉪 㮳 㗅䣚㦜䄻䜓䥑 㯞㮳㦜㗅㨺 䍚䃏 䥑䜓㨺 䍚䠧䠧䍚䋨㨺䋨䥑’㗅 䜓㮳䋨㧴 㧴㨺䃏䣚㨺㵙䥑㨺㧴 䥑䜓㨺 䃏㮳䥑 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨’㗅 㨺䋨䥑㦜㯞㨺 㮳䥑䥑㮳㵙䆎 䤛㮳㵙䆎 㮳䥑 䜓㦜㰛䓙 㮳䋨㧴 䋨䍚䥑 䍚䋨䣚䉪 䥑䜓㮳䥑䓙 䥑䜓㨺 䃏㮳䥑 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨 㜻㮳㗅 㮳䣚㗅䍚 㯞㨺䥑㮳䣚㦜㮳䥑㨺㧴 䤛䉪 䜓㦜㗅 䍚㜻䋨 㮳䥑䥑㮳㵙䆎䓙 䃏䍚㯞㵙㨺㧴 䥑䍚 㯞㨺䥑㯞㨺㮳䥑 㗅㨺䒤㨺㯞㮳䣚 㗅䥑㨺䠧㗅䓙 䤛䣚㨺㨺㧴㦜䋨䄻 㦜䋨㵙㨺㗅㗅㮳䋨䥑䣚䉪㥡㥡㥡
㮳䥑
䜓㨺䥑
䍚䥑
䥑㮳
㦜㦜䜓䄻䥑䋨䆎䋨
䥑㗅䋨䓙䄻㯞䍚
䚄䍚䋨㜻䣚’㧴䥑
㩀㧴䥑㨺㨺㨺㵙䠧
䃏䪶
㗅䍚
䜓㦜㗅
㦜䜓㰛䥑䄻
䋨㮳㰛
䍚㨺䠧䋨䍚䥑㱜䋨䠧
㨺㦢䜓
㯞㧴䥑䜓㜻㦜㜻㨺
䆎䥑㵙㮳䥑㮳䓙
䥑䜓㨺
㯞䍚䒤㨺㥡
䥑䜓㨺
㵙䥑㥡㮳㥡㥡䜓㰛
㨺䤛
䃏䥑㮳
䒤㮳䜓㨺
䋨䤛㨺㨺
㨺䥑䜓
䤛㨺
䜓䥑䥑㮳
䉪䣚㵙䚄䆎㓱㦜
䥑’㧴㮳䋨䜓
㯞䥑㦜㗅䃏
䜓㗅㦜
䜓㨺
䋨䜓㧴’㮳䥑
䍚䠧䋨㨺䍚䋨䥑䠧
䜓㨺
㦜㗅䜓
㮳䄻㯞㨺䋨㧴
㮳䋨㧴
䍚䋨䍚䥑䋨㨺䠧䠧
䃏䣚㦜㨺
㨺䋨㨺㧴㗅㗅
䍚䣚㧴
䣚䚄䣚䉪䃏㯞㨺䃏㮳
䍚䆎㧴䣚䍚㨺
䔪䚄䥑 䋨䍚㜻 䣚䍚䍚䆎㦜䋨䄻 㮳䥑 䥑䜓㨺 䍚䠧䠧䍚䋨㨺䋨䥑’㗅 㗅䥑㯞㨺䋨䄻䥑䜓䓙 㦜䥑 㜻㮳㗅 㵙䣚㨺㮳㯞䣚䉪 䃏㮳㯞 㗅䚄䠧㨺㯞㦜䍚㯞 䥑䍚 䜓㦜㗅㥡 㦢䜓㮳䥑 㵙㮳㗅䚄㮳䣚 䤛䣚䍚㵙䆎 㲮䚄㗅䥑 䋨䍚㜻 㜻㮳㗅䋨’䥑 㗅䍚㰛㨺䥑䜓㦜䋨䄻 㲮䚄㗅䥑 㮳䋨䉪䍚䋨㨺 㵙䍚䚄䣚㧴 㧴䍚㶐
㦢䜓㦜㗅 䥑㦜㰛㨺䓙 㨺䒤㨺䋨 䥑䜓㨺 䤛䣚㮳㵙䆎㩛㯞䍚䤛㨺㧴 䍚䣚㧴 㰛㮳䋨 䃏㯞䍚㜻䋨㨺㧴 㗅䣚㦜䄻䜓䥑䣚䉪䓙 㵙㮳䚄䥑㦜䍚䚄㗅䣚䉪 㜻㮳䥑㵙䜓㦜䋨䄻 䥑䜓㨺 䥑䜓㯞㨺㨺 㦜䋨㧴㦜䒤㦜㧴䚄㮳䣚㗅㥡㥡㥡㥡