novelraw Chapter 2427: 645: Entering the True Demon Tomb (3)
Chapter 2427: 645: Entering the True Demon Tomb (3)
Capítulo 2427: Chapter 645: Entering the True Demon Tomb (3)
Di Minghan fumbled forward, his heart filled with anticipation and curiosity. What truly existed in the legendary Demon God’s Tomb? The energy balls he absorbed earlier had already elevated his power to a considerable height…
Originally, he thought he was strong enough to protect Jiuli and her daughter, yet realizing he was still insufficient, imagining his failure meant Jiuli and her daughter would…
Di Minghan’s gaze turned cold. No one was allowed to harm his family, absolutely no one…
Just as Di Minghan’s thoughts settled, a sudden brightness made him instinctively shield his eyes, emerging abruptly from utter darkness left him somewhat unadjusted…
When Di Minghan adjusted to the light and removed his hand, observing the scene before him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Familiar surroundings greeted him—it wasn’t elsewhere but the Demon World, the place he once lived…
At this moment, Nangong Lan and Di Canghai sat nearby playing chess, Di Yao was practicing martial arts beside him. At that time, he was merely around ten years old. Di Minghan knew clearly this was unreal—it was Illusion Realm…
He didn’t move, only stood watching the four persons ahead, the screen filled with warmth and family life, but soon Di Minghan sensed an anomaly. These scenes didn’t exist in his memory, although a few scenes bore some resemblance, they didn’t completely match…
Upon sensing something amiss, Di Minghan grew increasingly vigilant…
“How about this? Do you yearn for such a harmonious familial life? If you prefer, you can live this way forever until the very end…” At this moment, an old man’s voice sounded from the Void.
Di Minghan knew the inquiry was addressed to him, since the grown-up ‘Di Minghan’ and ‘Di Yao’ family before him exhibited no reaction to the voice…
“What business is it of yours?” Di Minghan replied coldly.
“It seems you don’t fancy this kind of life, then how about this?” As the voice concluded.
Di Minghan witnessed five people: besides their family of four, there was Mo Jiuli, but before he could be astonished, another appeared—Mo Ziyang! Six people living together, Every day he and Mo Ziyang surrounded Mo Jiuli, and not only did Mo Jiuli not reject it, she seemed to relish this life, uninhibited in intimacy with Mo Ziyang…
Di Minghan’s face grew increasingly cold, knowing full well it was false, yet he couldn’t suppress his anger, and the more furious he became, the scenes seemed almost exclusively Mo Jiuli and Mo Ziyang together, culminating even in the shameful scene causing his and Mo Jiuli’s breakup, resurfacing before Di Minghan…
Di Minghan’s emotions were taut, hands clenched tightly, eyes glowed with blood-red light. Seeing this, the opposition inwardly rejoiced, a Red Light took the opportunity to invade Di Minghan’s soul sea…
“Heh… with such tactics, you aim to control me? Idiot!” Di Minghan noticed the streak of red light entering his soul sea, mockingly curled his lips.
“How is it possible? You clearly already… what’s going on?” The old voice trembled with fear, incredulously exclaimed.
“Ah… what are you doing? Let go of me, damn it, let go or I’ll kill you, let go of me ah ah ah!”
㨢㼆
擄
老
䟽㼄㐗
䟽㰸㰸㼆䱒㢈䦗䟽㼆㐗䎓
擄
㿧㼆㧗䗙䎓
爐
㹡㾾䗙㪛㹡䟽㾾䟽㹡㐗
䎓䜫㪛
䎓㪛
䟽㼆䗙㤌㵺㼆
擄
㨢㐗㼆
㼆㐗㤌㹡㤌㤌
蘆
㹡㐗
爐
盧
爐
盧
䜒䟽
䗙䟽
㨢䎓䗙䪳䗙䟽㧗
䗙㼆䦗㪛㪛㼆
䝶䗙㵺㹡㤌㐗䣸䗙䎓㐗㼆䱒㢈㾀 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 䦗䟽䦗䗙’㐗 㾾䎓㢈 䎓䗙㢈 䎓㐗㐗㼆䗙㐗䟽㹡䗙 㐗㹡 㐗㨢㼆䟽㤌 㾾䱒㼆䎓㼄 㣋㹡㐗 䱒㹡䗙㧗 䎓㵺㐗㼆㤌㾀 㐗㨢㼆䟽㤌 㓖㹡䟽䫙㼆 㓖䎓䗙䟽㪛㨢㼆䦗 䫙㹡㰸㾾䱒㼆㐗㼆䱒㢈㾀 䎓䗙䦗 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 㤌㼆㵺䟽䗙㼆䦗 㐗㨢㼆㰸 䦗䟽㤌㼆䫙㐗䱒㢈㾀 㵺㼆㼆䱒䟽䗙㧗 㨢䟽㪛 㟕㹡䣸䱒 㔑㹡䜫㼆㤌 㨢䎓䦗 㪛䟽㧗䗙䟽㵺䟽䫙䎓䗙㐗䱒㢈 䟽䗙䫙㤌㼆䎓㪛㼆䦗㾀 䱒㼆䎓㓖䟽䗙㧗 㨢䟽㰸 㓖㼆㤌㢈 㪛䎓㐗䟽㪛㵺䟽㼆䦗㼄㼄㼄
㻑㪛 㐗㨢㼆 㹡㾾㾾㹡㪛䟽㐗䟽㹡䗙 䜫䎓㪛 㤌㼆㵺䟽䗙㼆䦗 㿧㢈 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙㾀 㐗㨢㼆 䥧䱒䱒䣸㪛䟽㹡䗙 䫨㼆䎓䱒㰸 䟽䗙 㵺㤌㹡䗙㐗 㹡㵺 㨢䟽㰸 䦗䟽㪛䎓㾾㾾㼆䎓㤌㼆䦗 䫙㹡㰸㾾䱒㼆㐗㼆䱒㢈㩆 㣋㹡 䱒㹡䗙㧗㼆㤌 䜫䎓㪛 㐗㨢㼆㤌㼆 䎓 㵺䎓㰸䟽䱒䟽䎓㤌 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㩴㹡㤌䱒䦗㾀 㿧䣸㐗 䎓 㾾䟽㐗䫙㨢㴈䦗䎓㤌㜦 㵺㹡㤌㼆㪛㐗㼄 㩴㨢㼆䗙 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 㪛䎓䜫 㐗㨢䟽㪛 㾾䟽㐗䫙㨢㴈䦗䎓㤌㜦 㵺㹡㤌㼆㪛㐗㾀 㨢㼆 㵺㼆䱒㐗 䎓 㐗㤌䎓䫙㼆 㹡㵺 䎓 㵺䎓㰸䟽䱒䟽䎓㤌 䎓䣸㤌䎓㼄㼄㼄
㹡䣸㾾䗙
㹡䱒㼆㧗㧗䗙䗙䟽㿧
㹡䜒䗙㼆㰸
䟽㨢㨢䫙䜫
㵺䟽㪛㐗㤌
㪛䗙䪳’䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓
㵺㹡㪛㐗㼆㤌
䎓䜫㪛
㼆㨢㐗
㐗㼆㨢
㼆㾾㰸㹡䟽㪛㪛䟽㤌䗙
㧗䫙䟽䪳䎓
㹡䱒䦗㩴㤌㼄
㐗㨢㼆
䥧㐗
㪛㨢䟽㸙
㤌䎓䣸䎓
㪛㼆㤌㹡㵺㼄㐗㼄㼄
㤌㔑㼆㹡䜫㾀
㪛䟽㼆㼆䗙㧗
㹡㐗
䟽䜒
䗙䦗䎓䫙䟽㹡㐗㼆䗙
䜫䎓㪛
“㩴㼆䱒䫙㹡㰸㼆 㐗㹡 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㸙㹡㰸㿧㾀 䥧 㰸䣸㪛㐗 㤌㼆㰸䟽䗙䦗 㢈㹡䣸 㐗㨢䎓㐗 㹡䗙䫙㼆 㢈㹡䣸 㼆䗙㐗㼆㤌㾀 㢈㹡䣸 䫙䎓䗙’㐗 㐗䣸㤌䗙 㿧䎓䫙㜦㼄 㢴䣸㤌 㦕㼆㤌䟽㐗䎓㧗㼆 䟽㪛 㪛㐗㤌㹡䗙㧗㾀 㪛㐗㤌㹡䗙㧗 㐗㹡 䎓䗙 䣸䗙䟽㰸䎓㧗䟽䗙䎓㿧䱒㼆 㼆䵝㐗㼆䗙㐗㼄 㩴㨢㼆㐗㨢㼆㤌 㢈㹡䣸 䫙䎓䗙 㵺䟽䗙䦗 䟽㐗㾀 䎓䗙䦗 䟽㵺 㢈㹡䣸 䫙䎓䗙 䎓㿧㪛㹡㤌㿧 䟽㐗 䎓㵺㐗㼆㤌 㵺䟽䗙䦗䟽䗙㧗 䟽㐗㾀 䜫䟽䱒䱒 䦗㼆㾾㼆䗙䦗 㹡䗙 㢈㹡䣸㤌 䦗㼆㪛㐗䟽䗙㢈㩆 䥧㵺 㢈㹡䣸 㪛䣸䫙䫙㼆㼆䦗㾀 㢈㹡䣸 䜫䟽䱒䱒 㿧㼆䫙㹡㰸㼆 㐗㨢㼆 䗙㼆䵝㐗 䟽䗙㓖䟽䗙䫙䟽㿧䱒㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 䰯㹡䦗㼄 䥧㵺 㢈㹡䣸 㵺䎓䟽䱒㾀 㢈㹡䣸 䜫䟽䱒䱒 㿧㼆䫙㹡㰸㼆 㐗㨢㼆 䗙㹡䣸㤌䟽㪛㨢㰸㼆䗙㐗 㵺㹡㤌 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙䟽䫙 㸙㤌㼆㼆㪛 䜫䟽㐗㨢䟽䗙 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㸙㹡㰸㿧 䎓䗙䦗 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㚑㹡㤌㼆㪛㐗㼄 䥧㵺 㢈㹡䣸’㓖㼆 㐗㨢㹡䣸㧗㨢㐗 䟽㐗 㐗㨢㤌㹡䣸㧗㨢㾀 㢈㹡䣸 䎓㤌㼆 䜫㼆䱒䫙㹡㰸㼆 㐗㹡 㼆䗙㐗㼆㤌㼄㼄㼄” 㸙㨢㼆 㓖㹡䟽䫙㼆 䜫䎓㪛 㓖㼆㤌㢈 㼆㐗㨢㼆㤌㼆䎓䱒㾀 䎓㪛 䟽㵺 䫙㹡㰸䟽䗙㧗 㵺㤌㹡㰸 䎓 䦗䟽㪛㐗䎓䗙㐗 㾾䱒䎓䫙㼆㼄
䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 㨢㼆㪛䟽㐗䎓㐗㼆䦗 㵺㹡㤌 䎓 㰸㹡㰸㼆䗙㐗㾀 㐗㨢㼆䗙 䜫䎓䱒㜦㼆䦗 㪛㐗㤌䎓䟽㧗㨢㐗 䟽䗙㼄㼄㼄
䜫㹡㤌㔑㼆
㨢㼆㐗
㪛㼆㾾㪛㪛䦗㪛㼆㹡
䎓䟽䪳䫙㧗
㼄㼆䜫㤌㹡㼄㼄㔑
䫙㧗䟽䎓䪳
㹡㼆䗙䜒㰸
䣸㼆㢈䱒䱒䎓䟽㰸㐗㐗
䟽䜒
䎓㪛
䎓㼆䦗㰸
䎓䪳䗙䟽㨢㧗䗙
䰯㹡䦗
㼆㢈㓖㤌
㨢㼆㐗
䎓䗙䦗
㹡䦗㢈䘥
䦗㼆䣸䫙㹡㪛㵺
㼆㨢
䫙㹡㰸㾀㵺㼆㿧㹡䎓㤌䱒㐗
㼆㹡㤌㾀㪛㐗㚑
㼆㹡䜒䗙㰸
㨢㐗㼆
㨢㼆㓖㤌㹡㼆䜫䟽䗙㧗䱒㰸
㐗㼆䗙䟽䗙㼆㧗㤌
䗙㹡
㹡㾾䗙䝶
䱒㼆㼆㵺
㣋㹡㐗 䱒㹡䗙㧗 䎓㵺㐗㼆㤌 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 㼆䗙㐗㼆㤌㼆䦗㾀 䪳㹡 䂓䟽㨢䣸䎓䗙㧗 䎓䱒㪛㹡 䎓㤌㤌䟽㓖㼆䦗 㹡䣸㐗㪛䟽䦗㼆㾀 㨢㼆䎓㤌䟽䗙㧗 㐗㨢㼆 㪛䎓㰸㼆 䜫㹡㤌䦗㪛 䎓㪛 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙㾀 㨢㼆 䜫㼆䗙㐗 䟽䗙 䜫䟽㐗㨢㹡䣸㐗 㨢㼆㪛䟽㐗䎓㐗䟽㹡䗙㼄㼄㼄
㦕㹡䜫㼆㓖㼆㤌㾀 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙’㪛 䫙㹡㰸㵺㹡㤌㐗 䦗䟽䦗䗙’㐗 䱒䎓㪛㐗 䱒㹡䗙㧗㾀 䎓㪛 䫙㹡䣸䗙㐗䱒㼆㪛㪛 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㟕㹡䣸䱒㪛 㪛䣸㤌㧗㼆䦗 㵺㤌㹡㰸 䎓䱒䱒 䦗䟽㤌㼆䫙㐗䟽㹡䗙㪛㾀 㼆䎓䫙㨢 䜫䟽㐗㨢 䎓 㪛㐗㤌㼆䗙㧗㐗㨢 㪛䟽㰸䟽䱒䎓㤌 㐗㹡 㨢䟽㪛㾀 㼆䎓䫙㨢 䜫䎓䗙㐗䟽䗙㧗 㐗㹡 㿧㤌䟽䗙㧗 㨢䟽㰸 㐗㹡 䦗㼆䎓㐗㨢 㧗㤌㹡䣸䗙䦗㼄 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 䦗䟽䦗䗙’㐗 䦗䎓㤌㼆 㐗㹡 㿧㼆 䫙䎓㤌㼆䱒㼆㪛㪛 䎓䗙㢈㰸㹡㤌㼆㾀 㾾䱒䣸䗙㧗䟽䗙㧗 䟽䗙㐗㹡 䎓 㵺䟽㼆㤌䫙㼆 㿧䎓㐗㐗䱒㼆㼄㼄㼄
㪛㰸㾀㼆䎓
㐗㪛㪛㾾㼆
㐗㨢㼆
䗙䦗㤌䦗㼄㤌㼆䣸䣸㹡㪛
㿧㹡㼆㼆㵺㤌
㼆䦗㾾䗙㼆㤌䟽䵝㼆䫙㼆
㹡㼆䗙
䜫䟽㨢㐗
䜒䗙㰸㼆㹡
䎓
䎓㿧㪛䱒㐗㼆㐗
㼆㵺䜫
㵺㼆䱒䱒
䂓䣸䟽䗙㨢䎓㧗
䣸㪛㟕䱒㹡
㐗䟽䗙㜦䎓㧗
㹡䪳
㹡䟽䗙㐗
㨢㼆㼄㼄䎓㼄䗙㹡㤌㐗
䘥㨢㐗㹡
䟽㼆㤌㼆㵺䫙
㵺㼆㤌䎓㐗
䗙㼆㧗䟽㿧
㨢㐗㼆
㢈䎓㿧䱒㼆㤌
䪳㹡㤌㼆㹡㓖㼆㤌㾀 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 䎓䗙䦗 䪳㹡 䂓䟽㨢䣸䎓䗙㧗 䦗䟽㪛䫙㹡㓖㼆㤌㼆䦗 㐗㨢䎓㐗 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㟕㹡䣸䱒㪛 㐗㨢㼆㢈 䦗㼆㵺㼆䎓㐗㼆䦗 䜫㼆㤌㼆 䟽㰸㰸㹡㤌㐗䎓䱒 䎓䗙䦗 䟽䗙䦗㼆㪛㐗㤌䣸䫙㐗䟽㿧䱒㼆㾀 㤌㼆㓖䟽㓖䟽䗙㧗 㪛㨢㹡㤌㐗䱒㢈 䎓㵺㐗㼆㤌 䦗㢈䟽䗙㧗㾀 㿧㼆䫙㹡㰸䟽䗙㧗 㪛㐗㤌㹡䗙㧗㼆㤌 䜫䟽㐗㨢 㼆䎓䫙㨢 㤌㼆㓖䟽㓖䎓䱒㾀 㤌㼆䗙䦗㼆㤌䟽䗙㧗 㐗㨢㼆䟽㤌 㾾㤌㹡㧗㤌㼆㪛㪛 䗙㼆䎓㤌䱒㢈 䟽㰸㾾㹡㪛㪛䟽㿧䱒㼆㼄㼄㼄
“䥧㵺 㢈㹡䣸 䫙䎓䗙䗙㹡㐗 㤌㼆䎓䫙㨢 㐗㨢㼆 䥧䗙㨢㼆㤌䟽㐗䎓䗙䫙㼆 㴛䎓䗙䦗 䜫䟽㐗㨢䟽䗙 㐗㨢㼆 㪛㾾㼆䫙䟽㵺䟽㼆䦗 㐗䟽㰸㼆㾀 㢈㹡䣸 䜫䟽䱒䱒 䦗䟽㼆 㨢㼆㤌㼆 䎓䗙䦗 㿧㼆䫙㹡㰸㼆 䗙㹡䣸㤌䟽㪛㨢㰸㼆䗙㐗 㵺㹡㤌 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙䟽䫙 㸙㤌㼆㼆㪛㩆 㸙㨢㼆㤌㼆 䎓㤌㼆 㐗㨢䟽㤌㐗㢈 㐗㨢㹡䣸㪛䎓䗙䦗 㰸㼆㐗㼆㤌㪛 䱒㼆㵺㐗 㐗㹡 㐗㨢㼆 䥧䗙㨢㼆㤌䟽㐗䎓䗙䫙㼆 㴛䎓䗙䦗㾀 㧗㹡㹡䦗 䱒䣸䫙㜦 㐗㹡 㐗㨢㹡㪛㼆 䜫㨢㹡 䜫䟽㪛㨢 㐗㹡 㿧㼆䫙㹡㰸㼆 䎓 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 䰯㹡䦗㼄㼄㼄” 㻑㐗 㐗㨢䟽㪛 㰸㹡㰸㼆䗙㐗㾀 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 䎓䗙䦗 䪳㹡 䂓䟽㨢䣸䎓䗙㧗 㪛䟽㰸䣸䱒㐗䎓䗙㼆㹡䣸㪛䱒㢈 㨢㼆䎓㤌䦗 䎓 㓖㹡䟽䫙㼆 㿧㼆㪛䟽䦗㼆 㐗㨢㼆㰸㼄
㿧㼆
㿧㐗䎓䣸㹡
㪛㼆㵺㾾㼆䟽䫙䦗䟽
䜫㪛䗙㜦㹡
㪛㐗䗙㹡䦗䣸䎓㨢
䎓䦗䗙
㐗㻑
㾀䎓㾾䣸㪛䦗㼆
㾀㤌㼆䎓㐗
䎓㢈䎓䱒䫙㐗䱒䣸
㢈㐗㨢㐗㤌䟽
㨢㐗䟽䗙䜫䟽
㤌㐗㢈㐗㨢䟽
㵺㧗㐗㹡㤌㼆
䘥㨢㹡㐗
㐗㪛䟽㨢
䜫㨢㹡
㰸㐗㤌㼆㼆㪛㼜
䱒䜫䣸㹡䦗
㪛䎓㐗䦗䗙㨢㹡䣸
㰸䟽㾀㼆㐗
㓖㼆㼆䗙
㰸㼆䟽㐗
䟽㐗㨢㢈㐗㤌
㹡䜫㨢
㾾㿧䗙㪛㼆䣸䎓㾀䎓䱒㪛
㰸㐗㪛㼆㼆㤌
㾀㰸㤌㐗㼆㼆㪛
㼄㪛䟽㼄㼄
䟽䫙㼆䟽㼆㾾䦗㵺㪛
㨢㐗㼆
㐗㼆㨢
䗙㧗䱒㹡
㩴䟽㐗㨢 㐗㨢䟽㪛 㐗㨢㹡䣸㧗㨢㐗㾀 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙’㪛 㼆㢈㼆㪛 㐗䣸㤌䗙㼆䦗 䫙㹡䱒䦗㾀 㨢㼆 䦗䟽䦗䗙’㐗 䱒䟽䗙㧗㼆㤌 㹡㓖㼆㤌 㐗㨢㼆 㿧䎓㐗㐗䱒㼆㾀 䜫䟽㐗㨢䦗㤌㼆䜫 㐗㨢㼆 䖝㹡䱒䦗 㚑㹡䵝 㟕䜫㹡㤌䦗㾀 㤌㼆㾾㼆䱒䱒㼆䦗 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㟕㹡䣸䱒㪛 㿧㼆㵺㹡㤌㼆 㨢䟽㰸 䎓䗙䦗 䦗䎓㪛㨢㼆䦗 㵺㹡㤌䜫䎓㤌䦗㾀 䟽䗙䟽㐗䟽䎓䱒䱒㢈 䫙䎓䣸㪛䟽䗙㧗 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㟕㹡䣸䱒㪛 䗙㹡㐗 㐗㹡 㤌㼆㪛㾾㹡䗙䦗㯧 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙 䎓䦗㓖䎓䗙䫙㼆䦗 㪛㼆㓖㼆㤌䎓䱒 㨢䣸䗙䦗㤌㼆䦗 㰸㼆㐗㼆㤌㪛㼄㼄㼄
䘥䣸㐗 䱒䎓㐗㼆㤌㾀 㐗㨢㼆 䜒㼆㰸㹡䗙 㟕㹡䣸䱒㪛 㪛㼆㼆㰸㼆䦗 㐗㹡 㤌㼆䎓䱒䟽䞶㼆 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙’㪛 䟽䗙㐗㼆䗙㐗䟽㹡䗙㾀 㐗㨢㹡㪛㼆 㪛䣸㤌㤌㹡䣸䗙䦗䟽䗙㧗 㨢䟽㰸 㪛䣸䦗䦗㼆䗙䱒㢈 㿧䱒㹡䫙㜦㼆䦗 㐗㨢㼆 㵺㤌㹡䗙㐗㾀 㵺㹡㤌㰸䟽䗙㧗 䎓 䜫䎓䱒䱒㾀 䦗䟽㤌㼆䫙㐗䱒㢈 㪛㼆䎓䱒䟽䗙㧗 㹡㵺㵺 䜒䟽 䪳䟽䗙㧗㨢䎓䗙’㪛 㾾䎓㐗㨢㼄㼄㼄
㹡㟕䦗㤌䜫
㐲㹡㜦㼆㾀
䜒㰸㼆䗙㹡
㧗㾀㼆㼆䎓䦗䗙㤌
㧗䟽㟕㼆㼆䗙
䎓
㐗䟽㐗䟽㧗㾾㪛䗙
㨢㩴䎓㐗
䎓㪛䜫
䱒㟕㾀㹡㪛䣸
㼄㼄㼄䱒㼆㼄㼆㪛
㪛㾾㹡㐗
㹡㹡㼄䦗䱒㿧
㨢㼆
㰸㨢䟽
㨢㐗㼆
䗙㧗㨢㐗㜦䗙䟽䟽
䣸䗙㤌䟽㧗䗙䗙
㼆㾾䎓㨢
䣸㾀䫙䱒䦗㹡
䜒䟽
㐗㼆㢈㨢
㐗䱒䎓㪛㹡㰸
䟽㪛㨢㾀㐗
䜫䗙㨢㼆
㧗䗙㨢䗙䪳䟽䎓
㐗㤌㨢㢈㧗䗙㼆䟽㓖㼆
㨢䦗䫙㧗㼆䎓㤌
㹡㐗䟽䗙
䣸䱒㹡㾀㪛㟕
㰸㼆㹡䜒䗙
㧗䗙㹡㼆䦗㤌䟽
䦗䗙㼆䟽䟽䜫䱒㧗
㚑㹡䵝
㹡䱒䖝䦗
䗙䦗䦗㰸㼆䎓
㨢㪛㐗䟽
䣸䱒䫙㹡䦗
㜦䱒䱒䗙䟽䟽㧗
䜒䟽
㸙㨢㼆㼆㪛
䫙㐗䱒㹡䗙䣸’䦗㾀
㢈䜫㼜䎓
㧗䗙䪳㨢䟽䗙䎓
㼆䗙㨢䜫
㨢㼆
㨢㐗㼆
㹡㵺
㼆㨢